<span style="text-decoration: underline">Crossroads, 2016</span><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">The Inn - 9:20 a.m.</span><br/><br/>Crossroads was definitely a small town, it fit what anyone thought of a small town to a "t". However, there was no where else Ingrid Edwards would rather live. She had never dreamed of living anywhere else then this little town. Her husband, Gabe, had been born and raised here too. Thankfully they had been on the same page about that. Although their two children did find it boring at times. There wasn't much for two teenagers to do in a town like this.<br/><br/>Although, it wasn't totally safe. Not since the curse. Crossroads had always had some supernatural beings. Ingrid was a witch, but she was a light witch. She had healing powers, she used them to try to help people. It was fitting she had became a nurse. Her sixteen year old son, Hunter, was like Gabe, though. Gabe was a normal human and Hunter had never shown any powers. Eliza, her daughter, was a different story. She was thirteen and she was starting to show some powers.<br/><br/>Before the curse, Ingrid would have been thrilled one of her children was becoming a witch. Although she loved Hunter just the same, even if he was just like his father and was a normal human. However, since the curse and the increase actions of the dark witches, the idea of Eliza having powers too, scared Ingrid. Eliza was so young, they could easily manipulate her. She wanted to protect both her children at any cost.<br/><br/>Ingrid tried to have Eliza interact with light witches. Show her that powers were a gift, that she was meant to do good with. Help other people with them. Arianna McCoy, the Innkeeper, was another light witch. Ingrid was taking Eliza to talk to her. Plus, the Cottage, was always a good place to get something to eat.<br/><br/>Ingrid had no idea that when she and Eliza walked inside, that Arianna had some very unwanted company.<br/><br/>"Mom? Who are they?"<br/><br/>Eliza asked, a little afraid when Ingrid told her to get behind her.<br/><br/>"Not the type of people we associate with."<br/><br/>Ingrid said with a frown on her face.