I have walked through decades of history. I have watched as empires rise and monarchs are crowned as well as the fall of nations and the triumphs of evil men. I have glimpsed into the moments that have shaped the modern world, whether they be small or life changing.
Contrary to belief however I am not the only one to travel to a time I don't belong, I am one of a dwindling species in need of salvation, a way to survive. My name is Catriona de Brus and I am one of the last remaining weavers on earth.
To be a weaver is to be able to bend magic to my will, to create spells that will one day save others or even just myself. I am an anomaly in this modern society even within my own kind, witches.
So I prefer solitude however bleak and miserable that may sound. But I have made friends that span the centuries, people who when I need them I know will find me. So with my freedom and sense of adventure I have not needed the company of others until...
... I met them.
My family. Not by blood mind you but they are as close as I will ever find, and so this is my view. My side, who I was in the great chain of reform and change.
My story starts here.
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We Are The Weavers
Fanfiction" Once the world was full of wonders, but it belongs to humans now. We creatures have all but disappeared. Daemons, vampires and witches, hiding in plain sight, fearful of discovery, ill at ease, even with each other. " ~ Matthew Clairmont (oc x ?)
