In the aftermath of a brutal battle between vampires and witches, the night was thick with the smell of smoke and blood. The Ravenwood estate lay in ruins, a casualty of the conflict between the two ancient enemies. Aurora's parents, caught in the crossfire, had been killed—innocent humans who knew nothing of the supernatural world that swirled around them.
The Silvermist family, a powerful witch clan, were the first to arrive at the scene once the fighting had subsided. Lilith Silvermist, the matriarch, surveyed the wreckage with a heavy heart. The battle had been senseless, a clash over territory and power. But as they searched through the rubble, a faint sound caught her ear—a soft cry.
Hidden beneath a broken beam, they found Aurora, just a child at the time, her wide eyes filled with terror. She was clutching her mother's locket, her small hands trembling. Lilith knelt beside her, brushing the dust from her face.
"Shh, little one," Lilith whispered gently, "You're safe now."
The silvermist took Aurora in, raising her as one of their own, though the scars of that night—both emotional and physical—would never fully fade. Unbeknownst to Aurora, that night had marked the beginning of her journey into the supernatural world.