prologue

In the sleepy town of Moonvale, nestled deep within the shadows of the ancient forest, a tragedy was about to unfold. The moon hung heavy in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the quaint houses and winding streets. A coven of witches, their dark robes billowing in the wind, gathered in a secluded clearing, their whispered incantations carrying on the breeze.

In the center of the circle lay a young girl, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Her name was Malischa a delicate flower of innocence caught in the web of darkness woven by the witches. With a final chant, the coven raised their hands, and a surge of dark magic engulfed the girl, snuffing out her life like a candle in the wind.

But as Malischa's spirit drifted into the void, a flicker of light called out to her. A distant voice whispered promises of rebirth, of a new beginning in a different time and place. And so, with a burst of ethereal energy, Malischa's essence found its way into the small town of Silverwood, where a newborn baby girl took her first breath.

Named Tracy by her loving parents, the child grew up with a sense of unease, a feeling of being watched by unseen eyes. As she slept, haunting dreams filled her nights, visions of the witches and their dark rituals plaguing her mind. Tracy's parents dismissed her fears as mere nightmares, but she knew deep down that something sinister lurked in the shadows, waiting to claim her once more.

And so, the stage was set for a battle between light and darkness, between the echoes of the past and the hopes of the future. Tracy, unknowingly carrying the spirit of Malischa within her, would soon learn that her destiny was intertwined with that of the coven, and that only by facing her fears head-on could she break free from the chains of the past and embrace the magic that lay within her soul.

As the moon rose high in the night sky, casting its silvery glow over the town of Silverwood, a new chapter in the tale of Lily and Tracy was about to unfold. And with each passing moment, the tangled web of fate drew tighter, weaving their destinies together in a dance of darkness and light.