Authors Note: Hello, and welcome to my fanfiction! ^_^

This is my first fanfiction in forever so I hope that you all enjoy it! I pored a lotta heart and soul and blood and and...well more blood (but not mine, someone else's) into writing this story so I hope you all will leave positive feedback! Enjoy!

-XxxDracoMalphasxxX, the Author

Chapter 0: Kara Suman Hamilton

How does a bastard, orphan born from a whore and a statesman, placed in the middle of a forgotten page in a book that was erased then without citation or a picture, grow up to be a hero and a witcher?

Kara Suman Hamilton was your average 1800's girl. She had piercing blue eyes and hair as black as midnight which flowed like a majestic fjord from her head to hips. She always wore an old Revolutionary War coat that had been passed down to her from the father she never got to know. She also black kid skin gloves, a cute red miniskirt, a bright blood-red bow on around her neck, and and a pair of stockings up to her knees paired with her black lace-up boots which had red ribbons in place of the lace. Getting dressed with all of the lace and ribbons was a chore but she did it happily.

She went to school, did her chores, played with that weird hoop and stick game thingy, and sacrificed goats to demons. Oh and also her mother was a literal witch. ...Ok perhaps she wasn't your average 1800's girl but for what she was, a powerful enchantress, she was pretty darn close to normal. Kara's life was one of secrets. She had to keep her magick a secret (or they'd burn her) she had to hid that she was a bastard (or they'd stone her), and her own mother, Maria Reynolds, had kept the identity of Kara's real father a secret. Until one day…

"Carla," her mother began, slurring her speech. "Carla, you've always been a good little boy."

"It's Kara, Mom. I'm a girl and I'm 15, practically an adult." Kara smartly corrected her. Her mother was such a hassle to deal with what with her constant sarcasm, and alchohol only made things worse.

"Pfft, I'm not drunk, your drunk," Maria said.

"I didn't say you were dr-"

"Kara! Kara!" she shouted intoxecatiedly. "I have something very important to tell you.

The air became tense and Kara leaned in. As sarcastic and alcholic as she may be, her mother, Maria Reynolds, was very serious when it came to magick. In fact, she was the greatest witch in all of New York City. Kara gulped and listened intently for her mother's wise words of wisdom.

"Kara...you'd be so much prettier if you smiled more."

"..."

"I mean it Kara."

"..."

"Oh by the way, remind me not to tell you that your real dad is Alexander Hamilton."

"WHAT!? MY DAD IS ALEXANDER HAMILTON!?"

"Oh no, who told you? I hope whoever it was also didn't tell you he died by magickal means."

"Mom! My Dad is Alexander Hamilton and he died by magickal means! We can't just let him die!" Kara's blood was fired up. She had never known her daddy even though she wore his coat every day. Even though she hadnt ever met him, she somehow felt his love inside of her and knew she had to meet him herself to give him the love equally that was in her heart and her destiny. She decided that she HAD to do something to save him!

"Hmm, what if you sent me back in time to set everything right?"

Maria agreed. "It's the only way to fix everything. Be careful in 1776, Kara."

Kara nodded. She grabbed everything she needed to cast spells and stuffed them in her pockets. She petted her pet cat Ciel, who only had one eye and who she'd found one day on her way from school in a box of free kittens, goodbye. Ciel meowed goodbye sadly.

"I'll be back before you know it, Ciel!" She scratched her cat behind the ears and he purred happily. Kara and Ciel were the best of friends, each only ever having each other for company so this was especially hard for him. If Ciel could talk he would've told her that he understands the natural bond between a father and daughter and to go chase her destiny. But he didnt, so he meowed instead.

"Alright Kara, hold still, I'll teleport you back to the time period of 1776 so you can save your father, Alexander Hamilton, from being murdered."

Kara readied herself.

"Oh and make sure to hold your breath."

"Wait, why do I have to hold my bre-"

A flash!

And just like that she was gone...