Truth

Misty POV

I did my best to keep busy, wandering Wyatt's collection of belongings. It was common for us immortals to be collectors, but Wyatt's collection of valuable information surpassed even my coven's. Impressive, to say the least.

I took a few minutes to examine the mark on my thigh as well using a small mirror. The sight of it puzzled me, as I couldn't fathom why I would have such a mark there. My readings suggested it resembled the mark of the original witches, but how could that be? If I were a reincarnation, I should have known or felt it. Such occurrences were unheard of for my kind. But then again, the mark itself was rare, just like the possibility of me being one of the originals. It made no sense, especially considering I had memories of growing up. Perhaps those memories had be……