Despite being warned otherwise, Cassie had taken a walk in the woods, once more, by herself. She knew she should have brought someone with her, even Faye, but she didn't see the other girl walking through the slew of snow that had started light, but was quickly starting to pile up around the witch. Besides, there was something telling her that she needed to do this, but that she needed to do it alone. It whispered in her ear a for a few days now, murmuring about the woods, about how it was important for her to go. At first, she believed it had something to do with her meeting with Katherine, but then she knew she would have felt something over their conversation on the network. No, this was different than what she sensed around humans or vampires. This was more deep, more compatible with her own heritage, her own gift of magic and supernatural talents. In fact, it reminded her of the kinship she felt with the circle and bond she'd formed with Diana through their shared Blackwell blood.
Could it be other Balcoins? She knew they were out there; her father had made no secret about there existence or the fact that they were on their way to Chance Harbor when the virus swept through the country and obliterated much of any normalcy anyone knew...even Cassie's kind of normalcy. Any thoughts of her equally dark family slipped her mind when she'd been forced into the wilderness, wandering for God knows how long until finally managing a call over the network and finding Adam and Melissa in the projects of Everett. Deep down, she'd even hoped that perhaps they'd been wiped out by the zombie virus, undead or simply dead themselves and she'd never have to worry about them coming and messing with the circle or herself.
For awhile, she'd managed to convince herself of this, but then the feeling returned, stronger than ever, a few weeks ago and she couldn't shake them no matter how she tried. They were powerful and impossible to ignore and than today, the voice, whispering in her ear, telling her to go for a walk, that she needed to be out there today. Bundling up a bit, the blond took to a familiar trail and simply started walking, unsure what or who she was looking for, but knowing, by some unseen voice that she had to be there. The snow started, unexpectedly, the wind picking up and sending the heavy flakes spinning and swirling around her head, landing in her hair. Soon, the strands were dampened and wet. In seconds, Cassie was wet and shivering. The witch was about to turn back when suddenly a woman appeared before her, dark hair, and brown skin.
There was tug, stronger than ever and than she was hurrying forward through the snow, grasping Cassie's fingers in her own and turning over her hand, so the dark mark was visible for her sight. The same mark resided on the young woman's hand. A Balcoin. She was a Balcoin. "You're a-You're a Balcoin..." Cassie blurted, visible shock written over her young features. "You're my half sister..."