South coven, Bruton hills...
/Circe's POV/
Since the the first revelation of the prophesy, I've grown rather restless, a lot of things happened years ago and I thought I have escaped the clutches of fate, it manage to draw me back again.
My coven have existed for several hundreds of years and my ancestors ensured they passed down their legacies as Coven elders to us the descendants. We eliminate potential threats to the coven and clear out possible dangers, this has been my ancestors work so we also work diligently to preserve that legacy, I never thought there would be a threat that would be enough to shake the whole witch covens.
Even the oldest Supreme book haven't dated such a phenomenon, I get to understand why the Supreme witches before me have always turn a blind eye to the Cres
