The coven's arrival

(Amelia)

I could still feel the lingering warmth of Damien's touch as I stood by the window, staring out into the endless horizon. 

The sky was painted in the deep purples and pinks of twilight, but the beauty of it was lost on me. 

My thoughts were filled with chaotic emotions, desire, fear, and the dread of the battle that lay ahead. 

The world outside looked peaceful, but I knew better. War was coming, and with it, a darkness that threatened to consume everything we held dear.

My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden gust of wind, the curtains flaring up as if startled by something unseen. I felt it before I saw it, a familiar presence, powerful and ancient. 

My heart skipped a beat, and I took a step back from the window, my breath catching in my throat. 

It was her.