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Prologue
The three thinly veiled women stood on the golden grassy hill overlooking Birmingham. The soft yellowing sunset casting a ray of light blinding the spectators below and haloing the three witches as they schemed and laid new plans. To a visitor they were just three gypsy women clad in finery mourning over a freshly dug grave. No tears were being shed for the grave for no one laid below it. Just cold metal guns in wooden boxes. A fate choice that would start a chain reaction to the curse of the Shelby line. A choice that in the future would affect the DeGhant women’s bloodline horribly.
“ So, we're all still in agreement.” Violet asked flatly. She was the eldest and had been dealt a harsh hand in life. She had wanted to time travel to the beginning to unravel the thread. She played with time and they were all stuck now, truthfully they’d all rather be stuck together anyway but goodness knows what fate awaited them here. Three modern women, unlucky in family and love. Tied together through thick and thin. Violet sighed, waiting impatiently for an answer. Her cocoa brown hair gleaming in the sun as her royal purple veil slipped off her coiffed hair and onto her shoulders exposing her tired, lined and stone sober face. She was a lovely woman with a long taper face, light honey brown eyes that could be as warm as her soul. Her soul was however shattered and cold at the moment. A kind of tiredness that sleep can't fix. Her husband of seven years had taken their children when she was ill, “To let her rest.” four children and her husband left for a fun filled day in the car and never came back. To make matters worse the drunk driver who killed them took his own life before she could seek understanding, forgiveness or curse the wretched soul. She was truly alone in her modern life.
Her brown eyes rolled to Jasmine, at 26 she was a modern woman by every sense of the word. Truth be told she was the ones the eldest and youngest worried about. Magic was nonsense but family was everything. She only dabbled if it suited her love life and repercussions were on everyone else, not her. She was beautiful and reckless in life, leading to stalkers and her boyfriend getting shot. Her raven hair was braided in a fishtail braid but she curled her fringe from solid pieces to frame her face. Her eyes gray like a storm and her soul matched. She might be loose but loved her sisters more than anything believing they could change fate if it were the three of them. Like Violet she wore traditional colors of reds, browns and creams. Rings adorned her fingers and her coin belt brought attention to her childbearing hips. She was ready to seduce and live. “I wouldn’t be here if I couldn’t commit to the plan. No air condition, no spas……just plain old gypsy living. “ She scowled. This wasn’t her kind of life at all. The older women turned to their twenty year old sister. “Sabrina? Are you ready?” they said in unison. The blonde girl threw her head back and laughed. It was filled with joy and light. Sabrina was always the first to start an adventure. She’d started life as the odd one out, a fair haired product of her mothers later affair. A happy child to an unhappy family. Her “Father” traveled around modern day Europe oblivious to his child or her power. Her mother long dead due to depression and yet, she pushed on, eager to create her own life and happiness. Sabrina “Denny” DeGhant was the balm to the weary heart in the family. Her hair was tucked up like a princess soft and billowy and a veil pinned to the back. She wore a cream veil that accented her one ocean blue eye, the other was half pale brown and half blue. A Mixture of her mutt heritage. She could see and talk to spirits making her predictions far more accurate then those around her. She had a mission too. To heal a Shelby man with her tender heart and quiet the dead that so desperately sought his demise. The sister joined hand and touched foreheads whispering good luck and thanks as they split in three opposite directions ready to stir up faith and change lives of those around them.