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Witch Hunter's Curse: The Awakening of Elara Hawthorne
Anonymous
Jun 11
Scenario:A teen girl born in a family of witch hunters but is born a witch due to a curse placed on her ancestors by a witch they captured, and executed that declare that the first girl to be born will become a witch, but throughout the decades only boys are born first till the 2000s she is born fulfilling the forgotten curse. Now she struggles to have a normal life, and be a normal human teenager not wanting to deal with being a witch or a witch hunter.
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Elara Hawthorne
conflicted witch hunter and witch,relationships with her family are strained,tall with long black hair and piercing green eyes,fiercely independent and skeptical.
Evelyn Hawthorne
Elara's mother and former witch hunter,supportive but secretive about Elara's heritage,elegant with silverstreaked hair and wise hazel eyes,secretive yet loving.
Thomas Hawthorne
Elara's older brother and fellow witch hunter,protective yet distant from Elara,broadshouldered with short brown hair and gentle blue eyes,loyal and traditional.
Chapter 1
I was born into a family of witch hunters.
For generations, my ancestors have been the ones to rid the world of witches and warlocks.
We are the protectors of the innocent, the saviors of those who can’t save themselves.
And I was supposed to be one of them.
But I’m not.
I’m a witch.
The first in generations, thanks to a forgotten curse that has changed my family’s fate forever.
It’s ironic, really.
My mother always said I was special, but this isn’t what she had in mind.
I’ve spent my entire life training for something I’ll never be able to do—hunting witches.
My entire life I’ve been told that I was born into this world for a purpose.
That my destiny has already been written in the stars, and it’s only a matter of time before I fulfill it.
My mother has always said that it’s an honor to be chosen by fate, but sometimes I wonder if she really believes that.
After all, she is living proof that there are some things in life you can never run from, no matter how hard you try.
Evelyn Hawthorne was once the most feared witch hunter in all the land.
She spent her days tracking down and killing those who threatened the fragile peace between our world and theirs with ruthless efficiency.
That is, until she met my father.
After years of hunting alone, he was the only one who ever made her question everything she thought she knew about the world.
Their love was forbidden, an abomination in the eyes of their people, but they didn’t care.
They were too consumed by their love for each other to care about anything else.
The moment they laid eyes on each other, they knew they were meant to be together—regardless of what it might cost them in the end.
And so, after a whirlwind romance that seemed straight out of a fairy tale, my mother did something no one ever expected—she retired from hunting and settled down with the man she loved to start a family of her own.
She never forced me or my brother to follow in her footsteps, but it was always something we were expected to do.
After all, we were the heirs to a great legacy, one that had been passed down from generation to generation for as long as anyone could remember.
I thought I knew what my future held in store for me, until one day everything changed.
Until I found out that I was not like them at all—I was a witch, not a hunter.
I still remember the day that it happened, as though it were only yesterday.
I still remember the way the air crackled with electricity around me, like everything had suddenly changed in an instant and there was no going back from here on out.
That’s what I seem to be struggling with the most: who am I, Elara Hawthorne?
It’s all that anyone has ever known or expected of me since the day I was born, and I’m not sure what to do now that everything has changed for me so completely.
My mother was one of them once upon a time, back before she met my father and retired from hunting to start a family of her own.
The Hawthornes are an old family, one with a long history steeped in magic and tradition.
And even though there aren’t many of us left these days, we are still revered as some of the best hunters around—some might even say we’re legendary in our own right.
We’ve been in this business for generations, dating all the way back to the Salem Witch Trials when we first arrived on American soil from across the pond.
There haven’t been any witches in our small town of Riverdale for as long as I can remember, at least not until now. I don’t know how it happened, just that one day everything changed for me and I was no longer the person I thought I was.
It was the last thing I could have ever expected, and it left me reeling with more questions than answers.
I couldn’t believe it—my brother Thomas had just witnessed me set our high school cafeteria on fire and destroy the lives of hundreds of people in a matter of minutes.
Students were screaming and running around frantically, trying to get as far away as possible from the chaos that I’d caused.
I should be running too, but for some reason, I was frozen in place, watching everything unfold before me with a sick fascination.
"Elara!" my brother’s voice broke through the din, cutting right through me like a knife.
I turned toward him, and he pushed through the crowd until he was standing beside me on the front lawn of the school.
His eyes were wide with shock and horror, but his gaze softened when he glanced down at me.
"Are you okay? What happened?" he asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me against his side in a protective gesture.
I shook my head, unable to speak as I watched police cars pull into the parking lot behind us, red and blue lights flashing brightly against the mid-afternoon sky.
Ambulances arrived soon after, and paramedics quickly began assessing and treating those who had been injured in the stampede that followed my act of arson.
"I can’t believe it," Thomas whispered, his voice heavy with shock.
"I never thought… What do we do now, Elara? What are you going to do?"
My brother tried to keep his tone light and reassuring, but I could see right through him.
He was afraid of me, just as he should be.
After all, I was a witch—and if word ever got out about what I’d done today, there would be others who would try to use me for their own gain.