The Past 16:
Ophelia gently touched the pale, still skin of her daughter, Anaya, her hand trembling uncontrollably. Since the morning, she had been trying relentlessly to revive her. Indulging in the forbidden dark magic was strictly not allowed by the coven's laws, but Ophelia didn't hesitate for a moment. Anaya was the only one in this world whom she loved more than her own life.
"How am I going to live without you, my beautiful daughter?" Ophelia murmured. Her eyes dropped to the wound on Anaya's chest where the silver knife had been driven deep. "I will kill them, Anaya. I will make sure they never stay together in any life. They both will pay dearly for what they did to you."
As she spoke the curse, her eyes literally bled thick, black blood, a visible after-effect of the evil sorcery she had channeled.
