The Sire Witch

Satine Valentine

My name is Satine. Or that is the nickname I go by when I'm on my travels. People I grow to love and care for hear that name. The ones in my past, however, know me as Satina Rosalin Valentine. I'm a Sire witch. I suppose you've heard how when vampires create other vampires they can become sired? Well Sire magic is the most powerful of magic. With the spell of "ab homine autem ad vos pythonissam coniunctum me is" I can turn humans into witches. I'm only 16 years old so I'm classed as the most powerful in my generation. If a human said those Latin words it would mean nothing... Not for us. Not for witches. My family and I were a part of a grand coven called Zila which is the name of the witch who began our tribe. That was when we were in hiding. Not many people know this but witch hunters still exist. They lurk in different and far away corners. Nevertheless, I'm not afraid of them. Witch hunters don't know the real weaknesses of witches or the stories. They don't know about the diverse types of magic that runs through our bodies. Other witches do...
The Valentine family are a long line of witches dating back to Salem trials. They were powerful and I suppose we still are. My mother was of ancient pure magic she used nature as her guide. My father was a mere human though but he loved us all so much. I had three siblings; Nightshade, Stirling and Celeste. Nightshade was the eldest brother. He was brilliant with magic knew the family grimore through and through but although he was brilliant my brother hated magic and what it could do. The beauty could only last for so long. So he came to my room and asked me to take away his magic because a Sire witch can do that. He smiled when I took it away and then he chased his dreams of being human. Stirling was headstrong and didn't like be told wrong but he was a great big brother. He is what you call traveler magic. Traveler magic is magic that has been created with the zodiac and the planets. Stirling was a strong warlock and had a lot of power but he was a sloth to his magic and took it for granted. Finally, my sister... Celeste. She was my best friend. The best sister you could ever ask for. But she had gypsy magic she was the weakest of us all. See we were the next generation of zila so Celeste should have been next for mistress of magic. Mother and father were always connected with the coven and it came first before the family. So they said on my 16th birthday I would become mistress of magic. "you are one with the universe my love you're taking over" I love magic. I love what it can do. But I was not ready. At all. Not to mention the look on my sisters face the grief and disappointment. I told them no and when they couldn't take it...My sister slashed our mother's throat and tore out Stirlings heart but just as she reached my auburn locks to pull me closer and tear apart my chest. Nightshade had come home for the ceremony and I gave his magic back temporarily so that she would be cast away to a prison World. We thought everything was okay afterwards a whole year of peace and me helping my coven. But Celeste was now doing dark magic. Pure black magic which meant the magic consumed her to the extent of her breaking free and terroizing the Zila coven. With which we ran to Ireland and I left the coven cloaked and all so that they would be safe. Whilst Nightshade and father slept I took away their true identies placing them with the names of Matthew and David, father and son. I took Matthews powers away and then never looked back. I travelled and I travelled. All. Across. Europe. I know Im never going home. Celeste will always make sure of that. Satina Rosalin Valentine. She is no more. Satine is the only name I'll live by.