100 years passed, and the graveyard Freya was buried at was destroyed and turned into a school.
Freyas spell could only last so long. It wore off and the coffin was now in a room in the school.
The super squad was walking to their class until they saw the coffin.
"What is that?" Cleo asked.
"I don't know." Hope replied.
"Should we open it?" Josie asked.
"No. No way." Kaleb responded.
"Whatever it is, we can handle it." Mg laughed.
They tried to open the coffin, but it was spelled shut.
"It's spelled shut. It's probably dangerous," Cleo said.
"Good thing 3 of us are witches." Hope smiled.
"Why don't we try Impulsa, it will shock the coffin and hopefully open it." Josie asked.
"Impulsa." They said at the same time.
It shocked the coffin and opened it.
"Why does she look like... me?" Josie questioned.
"I found a blood bag." Mg replied.
"Wait, what if she's dangerous?" Kaleb asked.
"Hope can contain her with one of her spells." Cleo smiled.
Mg opened the blood bag and fed it to her. The cracks on her face slowly disappeared.
When she woke up, she screamed.
Everyone around her passed out.
She got out of the coffin and looked for a weapon.
"Who are you people?" She held a gun the wrong way.
"Are you with them?" Freya asked.
"Who's them?" Hope questioned.
"What year is it?" Freya sighed.
"It's 2030." Hope replied.
Freya vamped up to her and siphoned her.
"Vis Sera Portus!" Hope screamed and contained her.
"So she's a heretic?" Josie questioned.
"Wait, if she's a siphoner, that means she is apart of your coven, right?" Kaleb asked Josie.
"Yes, and that's probably why we look alike!" Josie put the pieces together.
"Your a heretic right?" Hope asked.
Freya showed her amber eyes with veins underneath.
"So she's a tribrid." Cleo responded.
"We need to get her to the 21st century." Mg laughed.
This was going to be a long journey.