Into Storybrooke: (storyline with Kellie)

Antigone was known as the Dark Ancestral Witch. She was the daughter of Marcus Aurelius and his lover Livia Tenebris. She had three sisters that were biologically her full sister and several half-siblings. After having to flee Rome moons ago, Antigone found her way to the Turkish empire of the Ottomans. She adopted the name of Mahidevran to hide from those who would want to consume her soul or, to be more exact, kill her. Within that time, she met a man named Suleiman Sultan and bore him two children. Mustafa Sultan and Isis Sultan, but only Isis lived on throughout the years with Antigone. Mustafa was killed in his adulthood, which still scars Antigone and causes her to be overly protective of her daughter.

Antigone lived happily under the name of Mahidevran, for she could live without fear of attacks other than those from mere mortals that attempted to conquer the Ottomans. Sulieman and the other man within the kingdom efficiently dealt with those easily. Those with magical abilities could have helped with any situation dealing with deadly war. However, they helped in different ways to avoid drawing attention to them.

The Ottoman Empire was vastly different from the rest of the world being somewhat kept in its own bubble. However, even this bubble could not keep the hands of the grim reaper from the doorstep of the Empire. Mortals’ lives are a string that can be easily snapped at any moment. Antigone understood this fact seeing many she held dear pass from this world and into the afterlife. But the loss of her Suleiman, her son, and many more that she cared for began to take a toll on Antigone. She knew only a few within the Sultan family would be able to live forever having that gene passed down to them, but it was those that immortality forgot to kiss that always became memories to Antigone.

Even with death of those she loves, Antigone did not for many years leave the Ottoman Empire until the new world began to call to her. The old world had seemed to forget the old ways of magic. The ways that kept the witches and warlocks grounded in not just tradition but the very essence of magic itself. Being an ancestral witch, Antigone had a duty to find out all new witches and warlocks who come into their powers even if they had magic since childhood and teach them the old ways. In a way, she helped guide them to gaining control over their abilities, which at times can be unpredictable.

Leaving the old world behind was not an easy thing for Antigone, yet she knew that she could not at least for now stay there. The new world had more possibilities and less memories. The new world called to her, and she took the call even if she did not know where she was going to end up.

Her travels brought her to a place called Storybrooke Maine. She felt drawn to it due to the magic that felt to be not of this world. Storybrooke held within it old and new magic which seemed to be able to blend. It was new for her, yet there was something that seemed to catch Antigone’s senses. She did not know what it was just yet but felt intrigued enough to book a stay at the hotel within Storybrooke before going to the local diner. The diner was a cozy joint with an older woman running it. “What brings you in here deary? You are not from around here you?” the older woman asked. Antigone smiled as she walked to the counter and took one of the seats. “You can say that.” She said with a thick Roman accent. “And yet you seem to fit in.” the older woman replied with a clever smile.

The woman seemed to know a bit about everything and yet was still kind to those who were not from around the area. “Can you tell me about this place?” Antigone asked with a sweet tone. The woman nodded and began to tell her all about the town that was made from magic. Antigone could listen about the town all day if she could, yet as if the woman narrating every detail in the town knew something Antigone did not the story ended. “To understand the magic of this town you should go see Mr. Gold’s shop. You seem like the type that would be most interested in such things. Who knows what can happen in this town or why people come to it.”

Antigone gave a slight smile and nodded. “Perhaps when you are done you can come back and have something to eat. Perhaps tell your own story to this old woman” The kind woman said. Antigone gave another smile, “perhaps. Thank you for your tale.” She said, getting up and started to walk out of the diner. It was a quick meeting and yet it was as if it had been planned out long before Antigone’s life began. The Dark Ancestral Witch looked to one direction to the other until a shop with the spiritual presence of both dark and light magic spilled out from it. It wasn’t just dark and light magic but old and new like the town. Antigone tilted her head to the left, her red eyes flashing crimson.

As she walked towards the shop, it appeared the thought that the woman did not comment on Antigone’s unusual eyes then again perhaps the woman knew that Antigone wasn’t a normal human or perhaps the woman, herself from a tale just jumping off the pages. The closer that Antigone got to the shop, the more the Dark Ancestral Witch could sense that there is much more to the town or the shop that meets the eye. She reached out to grasp the door of the shop, gently pulled it, and heard the ring of the bell to tell the shop owner someone was there.

A door and bell the keys of the unknown and a shop filled with antiques, things to pawn, and magical things. Ding the bell on the door went, the sound filling the shop.