Hi friends, here's my new FF. As I said, I like Arabelle so much, that I can't help myself from including her in my FFs. That is why I write the AU of We Are Family. Hope you like it.

As I mentioned in my other FFs, I own nothing, except Arabelle. Enjoy!

Greece

2000 years ago...

Quetsiyah looked mesmerised, as the flowers blossom as she let her magic flow from her fingers to the plant. It has always fascinated her, how some simple words and some simple movement of her fingers could do such wonders.

"Quetsiyah, it is amazing" she heard a voice say from behind.

She smiled as she turned around to see her friends Silas and Amara walking toward her. Silas was a warlock from her coven, who was about three years elder to her. And Amara was her handmaiden with a touch of magic as well, as she was also her half-sister. A simple indiscretion of her father with her mother's handmaiden resulted in the form of Amara. She was not acknowledged as a witch since her blood was 'tainted'.

Honestly, she didn't care. She was an only child for her parents, so she was happy to have a sister, even if she could not call her that out loud.

The coven and her parents were trying to push Silas and Quetsiyah together. They didn't care that Quetsiyah was only sixteen and Silas was in love with another woman. Their parents were using them as a project and breeding factory for very powerful magic blooded off-springs.

Silas and Quetsiyah tried everything they could to stop it, but the result was the same. They were now betrothed. Life has never been crueler than it was now. How could she marry a person who she saw as a big brother? Not to mention, he was in love with her sister.

"Oh come on sister, don't sound as if you have never done this before" Quetsiyah said teasingly. Silas and Quetsiyah were helping Amara with her magic. It was not allowed, but they did that anyway. Amara was just as powerful as Quetsiyah and Silas.

After seeing as that the bickering and teasing between the sisters has not been ending, Silas suggested that they move to their secret meadow. It was the place they practiced magic. That way the others had no idea that Amara was practicing as well.

They moved not a step, before Quetsiyah fainted. Silas and Amara rushed toward her and caught her. Only then did they realise that she was having a vision and they were sucked in too.

They woke up after a few minutes.

"We must tell the Elders" Silas said.

"No" Quetsiyah said, "They will kill them. Or worse they might take precautions that they never born at all"

"Quetsiyah" Silas reached out to pull her from the floor. "They would have been informed by the dead Spirits by now. I suggest we tell them. And if they do the atrocities like you said they would, we will stop them."

He was right. They would have known by now. The only safe way was to tell them. But she would not let them do the stupid things that they would surely do. Together, Silas, Amara and she could stop them. Since they were the most powerful witches and warlock in the world as of now.

And they did tell them. And the result was as they expected. They were disgusted by the vision. And honestly, she could not think of a reason for them to be disgusted.

The vision was simple. A thousand years from now, a powerful witch would turn her family into Immortals. Among them a boy, who would become a Hybrid. A combination of two supernatural beings. He would meet his mate after thousand years. They would be the one to lead and protect the Supernatural world. And their children will be the rulers.

It was very simple one. But to her Elders it was sin to be under someone else's reign. As if they had created the world. Quetsiyah huffed.

As the others were trying to find a way to stop them being born, as she had expected, she was forging her own plan to stop it with Silas and Amara.

Finally Silas suggested something. "Why don't we become Immortals ourselves? We could live through to make sure the prophecy become true. We could find a way to keep our touch in magic."

But Quetsiyah got a better idea. "Wait. You and Amara could become Immortals."

"What? What about you?" Amara asked. "We stick together. Remember?"

Quetsiyah was reluctant. She would spend her Immortality all alone while they would be happy together. Amara and Silas slipped their hand into hers. "Please. We do this together"

Quetsiyah nodded reluctantly. "Alright"

They spent the next month creating the spell. The next full moon the spell was ready. She made a potion for the Immortality. The plan was simple. They become Immortals, live for next two thousand years. Keep them safe from afar. When the time comes, they transfer their power to the people worthy of it and die. But the main advantage with the potion was that, they could not be killed by anything, they have their magic intact, the powers could not be transferred to the wrong person and only power transmission could weaken them enough to kill them.

But before they could go through that she had one more job to do. "Ready?" she asked Amara and Silas.

They were at the secret meadow to perform the spell. They joined the hands and chanted. The power of full moon acted to their advantage. Within minutes, the spell was completed. Now it was official. They have created the Other Side. From then on, the supernatural that dies, would g to the Other side. Not to the other dimension.

After the spell was completed, they decided it was time to take the potion. They said goodbye to their human life and drank the potion. As soon as they drained the potion they fell on the ground. They had to die to become Immortal. And die, they did.

When they woke up Immortal, they knew something was wrong. Because they were in the slaughter alter, were the guilty ones were killed. They were still weak from the spell, so all they could do was pray that nothing would go wrong.

But how much of idiots they were. Their coven had started chanting. Their parents were among them as well, with a mask of indifference, as if they were cockroaches. As the chanting grew they could feel the excruciating pain in their heart. They held each other tightly, still weak from the spell. They held their hands together and gritted their teeth and prayed all that above them to help them.

Silas held on to his love and her sister as their coven chanted nonstop. He tried to send them a message in telepathy, 'Don't worry, my dears. It will be alright. Remember our mission. Don't let them think we are weak.'

He could feel them nodding on his either side. Soon enough the chanting grew louder and they turned into stones.

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