A magicial ancestor

Upon arriving home, Tracy walked inside without a care in the world. However she was met by some hostility. Standing in the living room was her mother with a very stern expression on her face. "Young Lady, where have you been?" Her mother asked. "And where are the groceries I told you to buy?"

Tracy rolled her eyes. "Get them yourself," She told her mom. "I've got more important things to do." She said as she brushed past her mom. The woman grabbed her by the arm.

"Excuse me," Her mother demanded. Tracy pulled free and then turned to her mother.

"I said get them yourself." She repeated, her eyes glowing a soft purple as magical aura surrounded her. Her mother's eyes went dull as her boy straightened up, her face became expressionless.

"Yes, I will get them myself." Her mother answered. Tracy smiled as she dismissed the woman before heading to her bedroom and locking the door. She walked over and closed the windows as well. Now that she was sure she was alone the young girl went over to her draw and opened it revealing a her diary. She waved her hand over it and the book transformed into an older looking tomb.

Picking up the tomb, she opened it before flipping through the pages. She gleefully looked over all the contents, taking greet pleasure in knowing so many of them were intact. After she was satisfied with checking her tomb she decided to check something else out instead. Putting the book aside she walked over to her mirror and examined her body....or rather her descendant's body.

A few centuries ago...

"Damn hunters," A young man scolded as he fled through the forest. He had been a great sorcerer having studied hard to perfect his craft. He often used his powers for slight fun and maybe to help a friend or two but never really indulged beyond that. Of course then he had met her....the love of his life.

He had fallen for a mortal woman. He had settled down and even had a child with her. Yet she betrayed him. She had never loved him, rather she was merely sent to lure him out for her hunters clan. She had poisoned there child's mind turning them against them. She had tricked him into revealing his abilities and now she had lead the hunters after him. He had been injured and was bleeding but he wouldn't let himself die just yet.

He would make her pay and her clan. In his dying breaths he realized he had the perfect solution. With his last remaining power he bound his soul to the tomb and enchanted it make all who encountered it **** to destroy it. With his soul now bound should any descendant touch the book, his soul would usurp control of their body, letting him return to the realm of living.

His initial plan had been to take over his child, if his wife could make them a tool for his demise then it was only fitting he would do the same. Of course he should have known that just because the book couldn't be destroyed, didn't mean they would let his child touch it. So he remained stuck...for centuries trapped in a book. Then one day...a young girl was cleaning the attic and she came into contact with the book and he woke up.

He had been surprised at first when he woke up. He was in a strange place with a strange attire, in fact the whole world was strange, but soon the memories started to hit him. He was now possessing a descendant of his named Tracy and he was in the 21st Century, several hundred years after his ****.

It wasn't ideal but hey he was alive once more as Tracey and now he or rather she could continue where they left off. There initial plan had been to destroy what remained off the clan but as far as Tracy's memories showed nothing about remained. The hunters and spellcasters became the stuff of legend as did most other knowledge in this world.

Well the sorcerer would live on or rather the sorceress as they would be now. Having been trapped so long they had forgotten their own name so it seems they'd have to take Tracey's. A pity they didn't even leave it written in their book.

They had initially considered just pretending to be Tracey however upon seeing themselves in the mirror they quickly threw out that idea. Tracey was a near identical copy of the sorcerer's false lover. It was a delicious irony that they had been given a form so similar to the woman who had been responsible for their ****. Nevertheless they would use this chance to the fullest.

The world now no longer believed in magic and with this new body, Tracy, was more than equipped with take it over. The face of a once crafty hunter would now be the face of a great sorceress.