Generation One Prologue

Growing up, my life was fairly simple. My parents were Jorge and Elsa Mortem, my father was a very successful CEO and my mother was one of the most talented actresses of her time. I never had to do much, we hired someone to do practically anything that required physical labor for us.

Our house was more than comfortable, seven bedrooms meant no one had to share and each of us could have an extra room for whatever we wanted. Mine was converted into a large closet to contain my ever-expanding clothing collection.

My life was glamorous. I accompanied my parents to many prestigious dinner parties and red carpet events. Mother had even gotten me a few minor roles in some of her movies, so I was becoming a star myself.

But my family wasn’t like any other family in our neighborhood. Yes, we were famous, but that’s not what I mean. We’re all witches. My father, my mother and I can all wave a wand and cast spells. We can’t tell anyone though, when the humans found out about the other supernatural beings, they did awful things to them. Most of them were shoved into closed off towns for experiments and observation.

But that was over. The other supernatural were free to roam the earth. The scientists weren’t very happy, they wanted more things to run experiments on. Since the witches hadn’t been discovered along with them, we’d been in hiding.

Well, we’d been trying to hide at least. The humans weren’t stupid, they were able to catch on to the little things. They knew there were more supernatural beings out there. They were determined to find all of them and collect all the knowledge that they could.

Things were dangerous for me. Not only were the paps always on our tails, now the scientists were too. I tried to stay inside most days. It quickly grew tiresome, my hands were itching to go shopping. My friends were all out partying and having fun while I was locked in my room.

Watching crappy TV became my most frequent pastime. I’d lay on my bed for hours, not really concentrating on whatever show was on. I spent most of my time wishing I could go out shopping, or wishing I wasn’t a witch so I wouldn’t have to worry.

Being a witch wasn’t all that great. There were thousands of spells to remember, hundreds of potion recipes, and even more books to read. It was super boring, and it wasn’t something I was interested in.

After about three days of ‘house arrest’, my parents both came into my room. It was very unusual, my parents hadn’t been in my room since I had it redone. It was also quite strange to see them together. They had vastly different schedules, they were lucky if they were able to see each other once a week.

Another strange thing about it was their expressions They looked upset or nervous, I couldn’t tell. Honestly, I didn’t think my mom could even make expressions after all the plastic surgery she’s had.

“Natalia Darling, you’re father and I need to talk to you.” My mother’s loud, dramatic voice bellowed through my small bedroom.

“Is everything alright?” I asked innocently before pulling myself up into a sitting position.

“No Princess, things are worse than we thought.” My father sighed before carefully sitting down on my bed.

“What do you mean, Daddy?” My voice once again sounded innocent. I knew my father missed my childhood years, and I liked to give him the illusion of my innocence.

“The government has wolves working for them. They’re using them to sniff out more supernatural beings. They’ll be in Starlight Shores in a few days.” He stopped to run his fingers through his salt and pepper colored hair.

My heart sunk. I had an idea of what this meant for us, but I needed to ask just to confirm my suspicions. “Does this mean we have to leave?”

“Yes it does. But we can’t go together, where your mother and I are going isn’t entirely safe. We just want the best for you.”

“We’re splitting up?” I asked frantically. This was terrifying enough with them here, I couldn’t bare the thought of being alone through this.

“I’m so sorry Princess.” My father laid his hand on my knee sympathetically.

“Where will I be going then?” I questioned, curious. How could I possibly be safer without my parents?

“There’s a coven, in Moonlight Falls. The supreme was able to secure it, it’s impossible to detect unless you are of magic blood. You’ll be safe there.”

“A coven? In Moonlight Falls? That abandoned town that was burned down like seventy years ago?” I exclaimed in disbelief. How could my parents send me to a place like that?

“Yes, it’s been abandoned for so long, no one would think to look there. It’s the safest place you could be.” He sighed once more before continuing. “I’m so sorry Natalia. I know it’s not the most appealing idea, but I promise you it won’t last forever. Once your mother and I find a secure place for us all to live, we’ll come back for you.”

“And what if you don’t?” It was morbid to think about, but there was the possibility that the wolves could find them before they could find safety.

It was obvious my father had thought about this by the look on his face. “Well, then you’ll get a proper education at the coven and graduate there. Then hopefully in two years things will be better and you’ll be able to move on with your life.”

I groaned outwardly. “This is awful, Daddy. I wish the humans would leave us alone.” I said with a pout.

“I know, me too sweetheart. But unfortunately that’s not the case.” He gave me another sympathetic pat on the knee. “You leave tomorrow, pack lightly. They provide uniforms there.”

I collapsed backward onto the mattress. My father gave me one last pat before leading my mother out of the room. A coven was the worst thing I could possibly imagine. Living in an old, abandoned town with a bunch of random people I didn’t know sounded like agony. I imagined I’d have to live in an old, Victorian house that smelled like mildew and rotting wood.  My imagination also created an image of myself scrubbing a bathroom floor in a ratty dress, just like in Little Orphan Annie.

Out of everything that’s happened to me, this coven was definitely going to be the worst thing that’s ever happened in the history of ever.