Lucie Pov
My mother smiled softly, a whimsical look on her face. “The first protectors. They were so beautiful, so scared, but so brave. They didn’t know much of anything but they still did so well. Those beautiful courageous women. I chose well, I believe.” She said with a smile.
“So, over the centuries you’d give extra power to four species and have them protect me from the vampires,” I said, trying to figure it all out. She nodded, smiling. “Sometimes they lost, sometimes they won,” I said, getting another nod.
“Sometimes it didn’t go exactly to plan. There was a time, when the witches sided against the others. Your human studies would call it the Salem witch trials, and in a sense, the witches were being punished by their own Pithes for the horror and abandonment they
