When I was a little girl, my grandmother used to tell me a story.
She told me the story of the Chosen Seed.
She told me the story about a witch and her daughter.
She told me the story of a white witch who was the last of her kind and thus was expected to be the one with the responsibility of restoring balance in the world before her departure.
But she fell in love and got pregnant and birthed a baby girl.
She raised her daughter so diligently, teaching her all spells that would make her greater than her and surpass her in the knowledge of spells and witchcraft.
She went miles ensuring that her daughter knew all about the age long feud between Werewolves and Vampires and how them, the white witches were entrusted with the task of restoring peace and normalcy between the two night clans.
She made her daughter know that the other witches who had not practiced spells enough were all killed either by Vampires or Werewolves when they went to settle disputes amongst them, and because of this, she expired all her knowledge and resources teaching her daughter all the spells there was in witchcraft.
She even taught her how to summon demons at her whim and how to make them do her biddings.
But all of this mother's efforts were put in vain when her beloved daughter fell pregnant for a werewolf.
She had allowed her live with the werewolf that got her pregnant because he begged her, and their agreement was that once she was delivered of the werewolf child, she would give it to the father and return to her mother to continue her trainings on how to restore normalcy amongst the night creations.
The daughter and her werewolf husband agreed to her demands and she allowed them go.
Three years later, the witch ran out of patience. Her daughter never returned and no words were ever heard from her again. Her werewolf husband never gave the mother a feedback and neither did they send any messenger to update her on why her daughter had not returned.
She visited a Shaman; an Amalykoptic seer who were the clans gifted with the gifts of seeing both the past and the future.
Following and performing all the rituals she was asked to do,the seer had told her that her daughter had been locked away by the Alpha of the pack her daughter's husband belonged to.
She sets out into the deep forests to find her daughter, unaware of what lied ahead nor the exact part of the eerie forest her daughter was.
Journeying into the unknown forest, the witch had heard noises.
On checking what it was, she had found out that it was her daughter, her beloved daughter, who looked tattered and like a run away prisoner.
She was weak too, she had no powers left. What's more? She was pregnant again.
The witch took her into her arms and created a barrier to cover them when she discovered wolf warriors chasing after her.
When she had confirmed that the warriors had gone, she brought her daughter close to her heart and had asked her what happened and why they broke their words.
She narrated how they had suffered in the hands of her husband's pack after he had died in a land clash involving vampires.
After his death a year after she delivered of their daughter Freya, the Alpha of the pack had issued her arrest because according to him, she was a witch and witches were known for restoring normalcy, they did not want normalcy.
They wanted vengeance for how the vampires had killed their ancestors in the past.
He had also told her that she could not bring forth the child she was carrying because his mate would be with a child soon too, and according to his rules, only his Alpha heir would be born at the time of the Lunar moon, thus, she has been fed with wolfsbane and silver for the baby in her womb to be expelled and she was also caged, with sprinkles of salt all round her so that it would expel her witch powers and speed her death.
Her first born child had been accepted into the pack, they had accepted her as an omega,the lowest ranked in the pack,and they had accepted her because her father had died and sacrificed his life in the war against their enemies, accepting her was their last form of respect to him.
The witch had watched on, her daughter's pregnant stomach was too big because she had carried the pregnancy for more than a year, holding on as the wolfsbane and silver she was fed took their turns in transforming her body and that of her unborn child.
The witch noticed her daughter was very weak and showed slow chances of survival,she had also noticed that an unlikely moon was casting it's shadows in the sky.
It was the lunar moon,it was not a likely occurrence in the werewolf world.
Legend has it that one lunar moon was seen after a thousand years, no wonder the Alpha of the pack had wanted only his heir to be born under it.
It made them powerful, creatures born under the lunar moon were the most powerful.
Using her powers and the spells she could recall,she had induced her daughter's pregnancy.
She was losing her daughter and so resolved not to lose her child too.
Her daughter struggled and told her not to bother,her child might be already dead.
She pleaded with her to bury her in the forest, so that her husband's spirit would find her easier when he comes looking for her.
The witch did not give up,instead,she kept forcing her powers on her daughter in a bid to deliver her of the child.
At long last,her efforts paid and she birthed a daughter.
The lunar moon was completely out when she did.
The witch noticed the wolf warriors running back, they were singing their famous song.
A song they sang when a new Alpha heir was born to the pack.
She sensed that they had received signals to return as the Pack leader had gotten an heir.
She resolved in her heart, she had a powerful baby now too.
She won't fail with this one.
She had failed with her daughter before, she won't fail in exerting vengeance. She won't fail in supporting the Vampires to win the age long war against the werewolves, she won't just raise her granddaughter to carry the responsibility of restoring normalcy on her two shoulders, instead, she resolved to use her to quash the werewolf pack that treated her daughter like a prisoner forever.
The witch's daughter had taken her last breaths after she saw her baby and named her.
She had named her Nova. A new era.
A new era it shall be, the witch had resolved.
The witch took the baby with her after burying her daughter in the forest as she had requested for before her last breath.
Taking the baby, she left with pain and regret in her heart.
My grandmother always told me how the girl in her story was a Chosen One and I for one always believed her whenever she told me the story because the little girls story was one filled with triumph.
She had survived regardless of all that was done to kill her.
Even though her mother had given up and couldn't make it, the baby took it upon herself to see that her mother's death was not in vain by living.
Ofcourse she was a Chosen One.
I always thought of her stories as that... Stories and never gave them much attention. I never knew I was the Chosen One.
I grew up with my grandma in the land of the black witches.
My grandmother was the last white witch, witches who were known for doing good but because of her decisions, we had lived with the black witches and other magical creatures of the dark, sorcerers and enchantresses as well.
She wanted to learn dark magic, she was learning it until the war broke out.
An uprising had occured. The Sorcerers wanted to rule the kingdom, and committed treason against the great Oracle.
This had caused a fight which escalated into a war.
My grandmother had hidden me behind her with her powers when we left the house to run, as she did not side any of the war parties since she was neither a sorcerer nor a black witch.
She had gone out in the dead of the night while the war was ongoing but was caught by an elf who discovered that she was an imposter, a white witch who did not have any business living in their kingdom.
They fought and my grandmother had killed her, which was when I realized that she was truly a witch and the Nova she always mentioned in her stories was me.
I did not ask her because I could already confirm it. She was no ordinary human, she was no human. She was powerful.
We did not get to stay till the end of the war but from the actions I witnessed my grandmother display days after we had escaped the war torn kingdom, I could guess that it had ceased to exist.
It had been wiped away from history, it's people had destroyed each other in their greed for power and the throne of leadership.
I was only Eight when it all happened.
I was Eight.