November 27th. Another day, another town, another century, yet the same relentless search. I, Leyanne Cruden, have traversed these lands for what feels like an eternity. I keep this journal, a tether to memories across hundreds of lifetimes, hoping one day it’s all that remains, and I finally find peace in death. But it seems unlikely.

My father, a mysterious Dru wit, left me with abilities that terrified my mortal mother, a power I’ve yet to fully understand or find purpose for. I am alone, a unique entity among immortals, and the few remaining true witches have lost the knowledge to harness their gifts. So, I blend, dampen my powers, and navigate this modern world.

My powers brought me to this small southern town in the United States, a place I’ve returned to countless times, tugged by an unseen destiny. My gut tells me something is manifesting here. Something I’ve been looking for all this time, in the warmer climates and southern accents.

I’m staying at the Clairmont’s guesthouse, a familiar place from two centuries past. It’s amusing to see the familiar faces, the genetic echoes of those who once farmed this land. My kind believes you always return to what connects you. I often wonder if I resemble the father who burdened me with this eternal, lost path. I look young, perhaps thirty, tall and slender, with dark hair, ivory skin, and dark brown eyes flecked with green. Neither beautiful nor ugly, just average, perfect for invisibility. Yet, I possess a darkness within that can wither plants and conjure storms, a heart capable of both healing and taking life without remorse. I am neither good nor evil, simply a force, waiting for my purpose to reveal itself.