Trauma can leave a person forever having to respond to triggers. Even if they do not remember the trauma; their mind will forever remember the event or events that left scars upon their mind. That is the funny thing about abuse sometimes the scars left on the body heals but the scars left on the mind will forever affect a person. Even if a child at a young age experiences a traumatic event, they will forever feel the effects of it. A loud sound or fast movement will cause them to panic, curl up in a ball, fight, break down, or even smells that bring up the painful memory. It doesn’t matter if a person causes the trauma is a relative or not, however, a relative inflecting something horrible can leave a greater impact on a person’s mind. Family members are never thought to be the cause of something that leaves their own flesh and blood in a state of being less than. 

It happened several times before but never to the extreme that the night that changed everything. Unsolicited touches that would make one’s skin crawl and never want to be touched again. The type that makes one question why they were picked to be violated and left in a vulnerable position. Malka Branch thought she was the only victim of the inappropriate advances. She thought her uncle would soon leave her alone and never go further. Boy was she wrong and she would forever be changed. 

Being held down, touched in areas that was never thought to be touched at such a young age, a bedroom was no longer a safe place. No matter if the young Malka had her own set abilities or tried to fight off her attacker she began to feel helpless. “Please please” she begged as her attacker kept forcing her on the bed and the grip became tighter. At first the young witch did not realize who it was trying to force themselves upon her until they leaned down right to her left ear, “shut your stupid mouth up. If anyone comes in here even your triplet brothers (names here) they will be killed, and I will make you watch slowly as I do.” Her eyes widened as she realized who it was on top of her. “Uncle Adnan?” she said softly, her voice cracking as tears rolled down her face. Her uncle was always known to be on the more aggressive, untrustworthy, and terrible side. It was not that he was the black sheep of the family, but everyone knew never to anger him, and he was known to be violent towards particularly females.

“Yes! And you think after I got done watching the light fade from their eyes what I’m fixing to do to you won’t happen? Think again little girl. You will do what I say. You are maybe a teen who thinks she is a woman; I’ll show you what women are good for and what it means to be one.” He said in a low, rough, and demanding voice still in her ear. “Please Uncle. I am your niece.” She said pleading with him once more as she tried again to force him off her. Her mind and body in a state of panic trying to stop what she could sense he wanted to do. Being a triplet she did have a connection to her triplets that many wished to have.  Since he said no screaming, she would use her mind which was something he could never take away. “MORRISON! KENDRIK!! HELP!!” She screamed through her mind hoping they would wake and hear her or sense something was wrong.

As she felt his hands all over her body and even his lips upon her neck, Malka began to slowly disassociate from the situation. She did not know how long she was completely blacking out of the situation, though she could still feel everything he was doing. This is why she knew he had yet to fully do something that would take away what little innocence she had left. After however long, a white light came from the door, and a silhouette of someone about the same height as one of her brothers. After that and a scream from someone else in the room, Malka blacked out completely.

Moons ago a tragic event happened, the scars though still there are not remembered as to what put it there, Malka only remembers bits and pieces. That is what trauma does to a person with a little extra magic spell to help. After something happened to her as a teen, Malka ran from her home towards her distant cousin Antigone’s location. She knew that if anyone could make sure that she would not be found it was her and the Tenebris sisters. Sure, she knew that it could put more family drama into play, but the young teen wanted to protect herself. For extra protection, Antigone (her very distant cousin) put a spell upon her mind that broke the link between Morrison, Kendrik, and herself. This was to make sure that they couldn’t come find her until it was time. 

Malka was fragile for many centuries and needed time to grow in her craft as well as heal from whatever happened to her. She still disliked it when people touched her, but like most she went to the extreme in sexual relationships. She never wanted to fully settle down and was extremely protective of other females around her even when she viewed them as a threat. Still, she knew that soon she would have to return to the Branch family. But she would not fully tell them where she went. 

After telling Antigone that it was time, Malka gathered up her stuff, and made her way to where the circles were. It felt like forever since she had last been on the estate or anywhere near her siblings. She had gained a great grasp over her siren and seductress like abilities, yet the work through some of her trauma was still underway. “I am coming home.” She said in a soft tone of voice and even through her mind allowing the connection link between her, Morrison, and Kendrik to connect once more ever so slightly.