－𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭；𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
－𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾：𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋，𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋

LONG AGO IN ANCIENT GREECE, two thousand years ago there was a woman. Happily in love with her fiancé, she thought that everything was right in the world.

She didn't think her relationship was on the rocks at all, she actually thought that her fiancé loved her unconditionally, but she soon found out how wrong she was.

It was a beautiful night when Qetsiyah arrived at her wedding. Flowers hanging across the stone banisters and over the carved walk way. Truthfully, it was going to be a night she would never forget.

As servants walked down the runway to place the offerings on the stone table, Qetsiyah waited to walk down towards her altar to be with her future groom.

Hearing people start to chatter, she wondered what was going on on the other side of the altar. Was everything alright?

She planned on living forever with her soon to be groom, Silas. She even created an immortality elixir.

That's right, Qetsiyah Bennett was a witch, and a very powerful one at that.

Living in her day and age, she was always worshiped for her gifts; that's how she and Silas met, them being the two most gifted sorcerers.

They bonded over time with shared interest in their magic and soon fell in love. Like that old saying, "She fell first, he fell harder." but switch that around and make it, "Silas fell first, but Qetsiyah fell harder."

And the harder the fell the more heartbreak she would come to have.

So as she heard the murmuring of the crowd grow louder she decided to step out into the light and see what was going on.

Walking up to the offering table, she looked in her gold chalice to see that her immortality elixir was gone, not a single drop left in the gold cup.

Upon seeing the empty cup, the flowers all around the altar began to decay and fall off their vines, turning a malt brown color.

People all around noticed the change and began to wonder what was happening, but Qetsiyah knew.

She knew something was different with Silas over the past few months. He wasn't his same old love sick self, well at least with her he wasn't.

So when she had the chance she took off to go find him, seeing him not too far away in the woods trailing off into the distance she followed him to see where he was going.

After all, he was her one true love.

But the question still remained. Was she his?

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Traipsing through the woods at night, Qetsiyah came to halt behind a tall tree in the wilderness seeing Silas stop at a white flowy tent.

What she saw next broke her heart in half.

Not only had Silas found another true love, but it was also someone near and dear to her heart.

Someone she used to call a friend, her name was Amara Petrova.

Finding out that night changed everything for Qetsiyah, in past, present and future.

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Waiting for Silas to leave the very place she had scorned, Qetsiyah walked silently towards the tent.

On the other side of the white linen, Amara was in a kneeling position. Days had passed by where she had horrible morning sickness and even the slightest smells made her nauseated.

She didn't need a shaman to know what was wrong with her. She was pregnant and the father of her child was Silas.

Now kneeling in her tent clutching her stomach, she looked down towards her unborn child. Having no idea what the future held Amara was ready.

No it wasn't the most ideal time to have a child out of wedlock, but she would've been ready no matter what.

Well, that is if she hadn't crossed one of her best friends to achieve this "goal".

Amara was so focused on the growing child inside her womb, she didn't ever hear someone enter her tent.

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Qetsiyah entered Amara's tent with a stern face. As she entered the tent she didn't make a sound, she wanted Amara to see her for herself.

And after a couple of seconds, Amara eventually felt a presence behind her.

With a smile she started to turn around, thinking it was Silas who had returned but she was sorely mistaken.

Instead of being greeted with Silas she was met with Qetsiyah. Her smile faltered, but she was not wary.

"Hello Qetsiyah. If I may ask, what are you doing here at this time of night?" Amara questioned, trying to seem as her innocent usual self.

Qetsiyah heard her question, but didn't answer it right away. She just smiled, not a smile from happiness but it was a smile from anger and hurt.

"I came to ask if you had seen Silas, if you remember tonight was our wedding night and he didn't make it?"

Amara gulped as her eyes looked to the right, then back to the woman.

"No I have not, but I'm sure he's out there somewhere."

Qetsiyah thought many things about Amara, but she did not account for her to lie, especially not to her face.

Receiving the information, she slowly nodded her head going along with the reasoning.

The deceiving brunette knew what she was doing was wrong, she had lied and had a relationship with the very man who was her best friend's fiancé. But she could not stop it, the feeling, the rush, she got when she was around him.

It was so powerful she couldn't deny it, even if she wanted to. It wasn't like she pursued him first, they were on opposite ends socially.

Her, Qetsiyah's best friend. She was there for the aftermath to hear about Qetsiyah's crush on the man, how she had fallen for him so quickly. She was so happy for both of them.

If anyone were to deserve happiness it should have been Qetsiyah, and for a long time it was.

Until, they were introduced to each other. Then being in the same room.

Time had passed and things began to change, stolen glances from opposite sides of the rooms they were in. Nightly chats, private meetings.

They just fit together like a lock and a key, the darkness and light, the sun and the moon.

It was as if the gods made them to have been meant to be. And with all her might, Amara tried to fight those feelings that were crawling their way up her spine, but it was no use. The future was already set in stone.

So as she looked her friend in the eye, she felt a pit of guilt in her stomach.

There was a moment in time when Qetsiyah didn't ever think that her friend would betray her, that her love would find and love another so willingly and wholly. But now she could see that she was very wrong.

So with her anger in control she cast an enchantment, one that would cause the pregnant girl the greatest pain.

It was the pain of her heartbreak, but instead of feeling it in only one place Amara felt it all over her body.

Clutching her head as she hit the floor, she wailed in pain trying to get anything to make it stop.

"I'm sorry!" she repeated over and over again.

It didn't take a lot for Amara to figure out that Qetsiyah knew. Besides if roles were reversed she would've done the same.

"Do you have any idea how much you two have hurt me? I'd expect this from a man, but you Amara...how could you?" She asked out of anger as her hands focused on inflicting even more pain towards the girl.

Amara couldn't think properly with the waves of pain coursing through her body, as the tears fell from her eyes.

Looking at the whimpering girl on the floor, Qetsiyah chuckled lightly. Just then she had a thought, to make another side for supernatural alike but it would be used to trap Silas on the other side for his further torture.

She just needed an anchor, and like a match made in heaven that anchor was right in front of her withering in pain.

Enforcing a spell on the long haired brunette, she enchanted her to stay still.

She looked around the tent for the elixir that Silas had brought to her, and by the very grace she found it, and shoved it down Amara's throat.

Finding a random cup, she threw it, shattering it as it fell onto the floor.

Blood was required for the spell, and was she opposed to taking Amara's blood, no.

In fact, she was going to make a fatale stabbing wound that would've killed the lying woman, but something, no someone stopped her.

Being a gifted witch, many perks came along with it. Like being able to sense when a young woman was pregnant.

Before Qetsiyah could even inflict more pain towards her, she stopped and looked her ex–best friend in the eye.

Amara quivered with fear as she lay frozen on the ground, multiple tears spilled from her eyes. She knew what Qetsiyah had realized, and she saw her friend's heartbreak again.

It had always been Qetsiyah's dream to be a mother, especially the mother of Silas's kids, but that role was now taken by the hands of her ex–best friend.

Momentarily Qetsiyah wanted to say she didn't give a damn about the child growing in Amara's womb, but she couldn't lie to herself.

No matter how much Silas and Amara hurt her with the lies and deceits, she couldn't blame it on the child, it was too innocent.

It had no role in the schemes, it was just the product not the problem.

So some might say she had a moment of weakness feeling for the child, but to Qetsiyah she saw it as strength, cause any other person wouldn't have batted an eye but she wasn't like everyone else.

So instead of killing Amara, she drew blood from her, enough for the spell but not enough to kill her.

Making sure all of the blood got into a bowl, she healed the girl and started making the other side with all the fury she still had left for Silas.

It took a good 5 minutes before she got the last portion of the spell when she stopped.

Turning back to Amara, she placed her hand upon her stomach and chanted a protection spell, nutrients and growth spell for the unborn child.

She wasn't going to let Amara live a good life while being pregnant, she still had to be her anchor and suffer the torment to Qetsiyah's wrath, but she still needed to produce the growing baby.

Part of Qetsiyah's future torture, was to make sure Amara would give birth to her daughter or son and see it be taken away from her, by the very women she hurt.

Once she made sure everything was alright, Qetsiyah continued with her main spell and as she finished she watched as Amara's entire body became encased in stone.

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Now that Qetsiyah had gotten rid of Amara for the moment, she found someone in her village and slaughtered them out of rage and also to stage a scene from Silas, as she knew he would appear soon.

And he did, and as events passed throughout the night Silas and Qetsiyah hated each other from that moment on.

Silas refused to take immortality cure so he could become human again and die, and Qetsiyah moved on, she let him think that Amara was dead because she wanted to prolong his pain, but in reality Amara was far from fine but serving her very purpose as of now.

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As each month passed by, Qetsiyah would check on Amara's statue more importantly the child growing within the statute.

Taking note of how the child was thriving throughout the conditions it was put in, the witch could tell that the child was going to grow up to be a fighter.

Sometimes during those check–ins Qetsiyah would just sit down and simply talk to the child, there was even a time when Qetsiyah was talking when she saw the statue move slightly.

Checking to see if her magic was fading, she didn't find any evidence of that, but she did find out the Silas and Amara's child was a very power little witch, it wasn't the fact that the child tried breaking the spell, it was that the child tried telling Qetsiyah that she was listening.

The movement was equivalent to a baby's first kick.

Finding that out Qetsiyah laughed to herself, it had been a while when she genuinely felt happy, but as of this moment her happiness was coming back all thanks to the developing child.

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It was nearing the end of 9 months when Qetsiyah noticed Amara's statue started to leak.

At that moment she knew it was time.

Gently placing Amara's statue on its back, she broke her out of the shell.

Coming to, Amara gasped for air and withered in pain at the same time.

Qetsiyah was there to walk her through the steps of birth and at the end of July 4th, Amara gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.

Oh, how badly she wanted to hold her child but she knew she couldn't, she knew Qetsiyah wouldn't let her no matter how much she begged.

But to her surprise, Qetsiyah let them have skin to skin contact, though it was only for a few seconds until she placed the baby in a small basket with soft blankets.

Then just like the last time, she encased her in concrete to become the anchor of the other side for her punishment.

Looking back at the small baby Qetsiyah knew exactly what to name her. Throughout all the events it had occurred to the new mother that Silas didn't know Amara was pregnant therefore this child was a secret.

And so in new light, she was given the name "Evangilya" meaning secret, because that's what she was, Evangilya Petrova.

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Watching as the young girl grew up into a toddler, then a small child, then to a teenager.

It was everything Qetsiyah could have imagined and more.

She even called her mom, over the years Qetsiyah had told Eva the truth about her parents and at first the girl was sad but then she thought about her mom's feelings throughout the events.

That's when she knew she only ever needed her mom, she only ever needed Qetsiyah, because who could cause someone so much pain.

That day she vowed to never hurt her mom like they did.

And with her gifted ability to do magic, she could make sure of it. In fact no one ever would dare lay a finger on her mother.

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Learning magic was surprisingly easy for Eva, seeing as she took after her father with her magical gifts.

There were times when her magic would get out of control and she'd wake up surrounded by dead crows, but her mother would always be there to help her through it.

When the time was right, and Qetsiyah was ready she made another immortality elixir, even teaching the spell to Eva.

Growing so attached to her daughter she didn't want to ever see the day where she would die, so she made her immortal and when it was her choice Eva could make the curse and die when she wanted.

Being immortal was both a gift and curse, especially when Eva had to watch her mother die, along with her son who did not share the same magical abilities as she did.

Her family bloodline continued on as she lived throughout the year.

She even learned the ability to speak with the dead, and also to the supernatural creatures on the other side, even her mother.

She met other Bennett witches and even more family relatives who shared magical abilities as well.

Decades changed and she lived throughout every single one of them, but sometimes she would get durian so she put herself to sleep throughout the seasons of the year, she slept through winter then woke up for the other 3 seasons.

And when she did wake up, she was met with many other supernaturals such as werewolves and vampires.

She had even met the first vampires, she had become close friends with all of them and even closer with some.

She was there when they fled their village running from their father and she met up with them in different cities.

But when it was time to part they wouldn't cry, they would just say see you later.

And that she did.

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It was around the year 2013 when Eva had been walking through a forest when she felt a shift on the other side, next thing she knew her mother was standing right beside her.

Embracing her with a hug, Eva knew something was happening and that's what led her to Loganville, Georgia.

Standing near the ledge of a quarry with her mother.