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Liam Dunbar comes from a very powerful line of witches known as The Dunbar Coven. However he has yet to be told about this truth. The reason being, any and all descendants from the Dunbar Coven should no longer be alive.
~BACKSTORY~
Over a thousand years ago, a family of witches were walking through a forest in search for a new home for themselves. Fortunately for them, they were able to stumble upon a small village a few meters in front of them. The family were so grateful because they were tired and were on their last pile of rations. They eagerly but hesitantly walked towards the settlement in hoped to seek refuge there. Little did they know that the village chief was awaiting for their arrival. He offered them a place to stay within his village for however long they wanted to and the family quickly agreed. Though in their minds they found it weird that the chief was casually awaiting them at the entrance, it soon vanished when the smell of food wafted through the air. The chief seemed to sense this because once they entered the village, he walked them straight to the eating area for them to have their fill. Once their stomachs were full, the chief then guided them to the area where they will be staying to enjoy a good nights rest.
When the morning came, the mother was the first to be awaken due to the noises that could be heard right outside their door. She waked the rest of her family and got them all ready to make them look presentable when meeting the rest of the village. Once the door opened, all of the village people stopped what they were doing and turned towards them. This startled the family and subconsciously took a step back in fear that they were not wanted in their village. That fear quickly disappeared when they all shouted “Good morning!” Two of the village children ran towards the family and quickly grabbed their hands to guide them to the eating area to have breakfast. Everyone were very accepting and accommodating towards them that they started to feel like they have finally found a home.
After everyone had their breakfast, the village chief called for a meeting in the main area. The chief as well as the new family were now standing in front of the entire village.
“Hello everyone, my name is Rosalina Dunbar and this my family. To the right of me is my husband Nicholas Dunbar. As for these two young ones are our children; our daughter, Isabella Dunbar, and our son, Fredricson Dunbar. ” Rosalina hesitated in stating that they were a family of witches but then the chief spoke.
“Ah it is great to be able to put names to your wonderful faces, I’ve been dying to know since yesterday but held off in asking since I knew you all were extremely tired and hungry. Anyways, my name is Leonardo Cadeus Hendrickson IV, but you can just call me chief, and all these people are my Aurora pack.” The Dunbar’s all gasped as they saw the chief’s eyes turn a bright red and the villagers eyes turning a bright yellow.
“So that’s why were you awaiting at the entrance, you already knew we were coming” Rosalina sighed.
“That’s right, and that’s also how I already knew that you were a family of witches” the Chief grinned.
Fredricson, the youngest spoke in a soft voice “and you’re okay with that?” The entire village were silent and Fred frowned thinking that meant that they weren’t okay with it. But in reality the villagers were all repressing their urges to say ‘awe’ towards him to how cute he looked when he spoke. So the chief broke their silence by laughing loudly to how Fred looked so innocent when speaking and the reactions the villagers had when Fred spoke.
The chief gave a soft smile towards the child and said “of course we are okay with you guys being witches little one” while also ruffling the child’s hair. Fred immediately turned his frown into the widened smile imaginable. And that was the breaking point for the villagers and couldn’t contain themselves anymore and were all out awing to how adorable Fredricson was. The rest of the Dunbar family had soft smiles on their faces. The parents then looked at one another and silently agreed that they could finally call this place their home.
500 years later…
The Dunbar Coven have already been established and have expanded greatly to the point where their names were very known within the supernatural community. They have and are still friends with the Aurora pack which they’ll forever be grateful for because without them, this coven would have never existed.
The coven that the Dunbar family created were very unique. That’s because the blood that runs through each and single one of a Dunbar descendant include the power to self regenerate. A witch with the power to self heal themselves without the use of a spell was already incredible, however that was not why it was considered special. Their self regenerating powers are so fast that it was far quicker than the regenerating powers of a vampire, almost 10 times faster.
Not only are they able to self heal themselves, the way in which they accumulate their power is quite unique. While most covens receive their magic power through a connection with their ancestors or from the earth itself, the Dunbar Coven convert the power from the sun and moon into their own magic power. They then can use their emotions to strengthen their spells.
With practically an unlimited source of magic and they can self heal themselves, they can basically consider themselves immortal.
With this knowledge known to most supernatural creatures, instead of referring those witches as the Dunbar Coven, they made up a new name for them called ‘The Hybrids.’
Some creatures from the supernatural community soon began to fear the power that the Dunbar Coven had and subconsciously developed the idea that they were a threat, a threat that needed to be removed.
The nearby witch covens have already came together in agreement that The Dunbar Coven needed to be eliminated and so they sent out people to the surrounding clans and packs who had the same thought process in order to form an alliance. A group was then formed containing vampire, werewolves and witches for one reason and one reason only which was to secretly end the Dunbar lineage and destroy the Dunbar Coven once and for all.
Meanwhile in another region where the Aurora pack stayed heard of this plan to dispose of the Dunbar Coven and quickly set out to protect the Dunbar family at all costs.
In a small cavern, the werewolves, vampires, and which met to form a plan. They all agreed to use the simplest plan which was while the Dunbar’s were asleep, they would light their homes up in flames. However multiple precautionary measures were set up to make sure it was a success. The first was to surround the area with werewolves and vampires so if someone were to escape from the clutches of the fire, they won’t be able to get past them. Second the witches would put a curse on each and every person with Dunbar blood that would cause a slow deterioration of their mind and body; so if they do get past the werewolves and vampires, they wouldn’t last long.
Once the plan commenced, large flames can be seen engulfing the homes, screaming and shouting were heard for someone to ‘save’ them, ‘help’ them. But eventually the screams died down and the only thing that could be heard were the crackling of the fire from the burnt down homes. A witch asked one of the vampires to verify if any heartbeats can be heard within the demolished homes, and he confirmed there were none.
The witches quickly covered all of their tracks and scent to make it seem that none of them were ever there. If anyone were to witness what was in front of them, they’ll conclude that what happened was an unfortunate fire accident.
Little did they know, there was a little girl hiding behind the trees, with a spell surrounding her to make her undetectable to anyone nearby. She witnessed the entire plan go about while silently suffering from the curse placed upon her.
When the Aurora pack finally arrived, they were too late. The flames started to extinguish, no life could be seen within the Dunbar Coven settlement. Everyone began to feel a large amount of sadness and rage develop within them. They were about to let all their emotions out with a simultaneous howl when they saw movement coming from behind the trees. Bright eyes quickly flashed towards what made that movement but quickly went back to normal when they saw it was a little girl from the Dunbar Coven.
The little girl tried to quickly rushed towards the pack in hopes of comfort, but immediately fell on her hands and knees screaming forgetting the excruciating pain she was enduring. The pack ran towards her. One member quickly took her arm to relieve some of her pain, but after five seconds, he could no longer within taking anymore pain. The pain that the werewolf was unable to take much of the little girls pain, made them think how a child who looked no older than six years old was able so much pain.
Thankfully, the pack had their emissary with them and was able to chant a spell that would get rid of the curse. Once the child felt the pain being lifted, she immediately hugged the closest person and cried into their arms while telling them the events that had occurred.
After hearing this, the pack made a vow to protect the little girl as well as her descendants at all costs.
Her name was Annabella William Dunbar and she was the last person from the Dunbar Coven.