When Worlds Collide: The New World (Storyline with Zaniyah) Category: Uncategorized
After living throughout centuries one can grow a longing for something new to
happen. After all, living life for so long things can get boring, for one tends
to see everything multiple times. What may seem new to most often never seems
new to an immortal. Furthermore, one who understood civilization knew that
kingdoms come and go just as life can be short if one does not have such favor
like immortality. One who is a part of the old world lived by a different set
of standards.
The old world tended to be deep in traditions and old ways which made things
easier in many ways for those who clung to them. Such was the Dark Ancestral
Witch named Antigone Tenebris {Aurelius Antoninus}, who tended to be stuck in
the past. After making a treaty with the Salem Coven, Antigone wanted to
explore more of the new world. It was a goal to see what different covens were
around within that said new world. The Salem Coven had made it through the
hardest trails that were made strictly to wipe them out, but the descendants
were still growing strong. It was a goal to keep tabs on the new world making
sure that the magical realm stays out of the mortal realm.
In the back of her mind, she wanted to see how everyone within the new world
that had ties with the magical realm lived day by day. She knew that the
traditions of the old would be vastly different in many ways than that of the
new world and some would be the same.
New Orleans:
Throughout her travels in the new world the only other name besides Salem,
Massachusetts, was New Orleans. New Orleans from the Dark Ancestral Witch’s
research was rich in culture. Culture that was though mixed outstood the test
of time. From French, Spanish, African, and American influences for not only
traditions in ways of living but also cooking and religion. This slightly
peaked Antigone’s interest. So, without warning, Antigone opened a portal at
the edge of Salem, Massachusetts town edge. Once the portal was opened, the
Dark Ancestral Witch walked through it allowing it to close behind her. Her goal was not to stir up trouble, yet to
see what could unfold.
The portal had begun to open where she could see that it was opening to an edge
of a neighborhood. Antigone stepped through the opening allowing both feet to
stand firm upon the holy ground. Turning her head ever so slightly, she raised
her right hand and closed the portal behind her sending a wave of magical
pressure throughout the surrounding area. Her crimson red eyes scanned the
area, scanning everything around. She learned from this that the place where
she had found herself was called the French Quarter. She could smell not just
the food there, but the magic that seemed to have filled every inch of the
place. Furthermore, she smelt the past deep within the very soul of the
Quarter. “Hoc erit interessante” (This shall be interesting), the Dark
Ancestral Witch proclaimed to herself as she began to walk towards the Quarter.
Zaniyah was born in the early 1900s, one of triplets, to a vampire father and a wolven mother with a long line of ancestral magic. She grew up with her siblings, Lae and Devlyn. New Orleans had always been her home; despite the prejudices, one might not expect the existence of a hybrid to endure. Within the supernatural community, she encountered prejudice from those who regarded her as an abomination, unaware of their own ignorance. They were so consumed by their pureblood pride or pack loyalty that they refused to see her as she was. She had learnt quickly how to move between both worlds, how to stay invisible when needed and how to protect herself without the need to lower her guard. It was thanks to her mother, Candie, who raised them with their individual self-belief and instilled in them a sense of worth that they each carried forward.
And so over the years, Zee had carried herself with a quiet resilience. She learned not only to endure the prejudices of others but also to manipulate them when necessary. Their ignorance was her gain. And when it came to her hybrid nature, they didn’t see what was coming. Her hybrid nature, once a source of inner conflict, was now her greatest strength.
The Present
Today, the French Quarter was bustling with tourists, as tour guides provided them with the experience they craved. Fabled stories of vampires and spirits that dwelled here, unaware they walked among them.
She moved through the crowd, alert and aware. Zaniyah had been on one of her many visits to her mother, one of many that held so much more than just memories for her. New Orleans wasn’t just a city to her; it was a part of her heritage, dating back to the Warren line from her mother and the old French blood from her father. It didn’t matter if she wanted it or not. She felt it. Always.
Walking along the cobblestoned street, she was reminded of her Warren lineage, which both her sister and mother leaned into. Zee herself had never wanted to delve into that side of her heritage, but she could still feel the thrum of this old magic that coursed through her DNA. The old Warren magic still lingered, even as new generational magic grew within the city.
Zee paused for a moment; the crowd blurred around her. Something tugged at her hybrid senses, a pressure that made the hair on her arms stand on end. Magic, old and raw, pressed in from the edge of the Quarter. Her eyes flicked to a female close by, catching her glance as both felt a shift in the air. She nodded in acknowledgement to the female, walking in the direction to which she felt drawn, moving closer to the boundaries of the French Quarter.
