WARNING: This book explores the topic of LGBTQ romance, should this make you unconfortable then please don't read.
Miyuki Grey is an orphan witch. No, he is not your chosen one nor the unexplanable powerful witch. Just a witch. Trying to live a nor...
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"We don't know what it is, but we know that it was created by.." William said hesitantly as he squirmed uncomfortably in my bed. Me, Sister Mary, Callisto, and William are present in my room, talking about the recent vision, memory, or whatever that experience is. And I'm currently doing the
"By witches." Callisto finished. His face looked disgusted. Sister Mary flinched. "Dark Witches." She corrected Callisto, which made him sigh. "Wait! Wait wait wait wait, But-- Then-- " I stuttered, words can't seem to go out of my lips properly as my heart wrench.
It made me feel so bad to realize that by technicality our kind is the cause of the war. "Yes Yuki, we... they... created that foul creature... and is the cause of the war." "The war between witches and werewolves..." I whispered. Those words made the two werewolf look at me ridiculously while Sister Mary flinched again.
"I lied to you, Yuki... It didn't cause the war between the werewolves and the witches... It caused the war between our kind and the world... That's why we... hide." She looked at me in the eye, her hazel eyes that always seem to be full of joy are now filled with sadness, hurt, and regret.
"Surely, there are other witches out there that didn't help it's creation right? I mean--" I rambled in denial, hoping that some of our kind out there is just, you know, still there and most importantly surviving. "No, Yuki." She grabbed me in my arms. "We are the last Witches Yuki... I- I didn't even expect to find you out there." Her hands trembled in my arms that she gripped tightly. "You were something the whole world didn't expect." William whispered as his head hung low.
"Then how did you survive?" I looked back to Sister Mary, challenging her to say it. "No more lies." I muttered. "I was never meant to live..." Her eyes full of unshed tears as her lips- no, her whole body trembled. She hugged herself. "They left me alive to punish me." She finished.
It clicked. That's why she never wanted to talk about the war as if the whole thing had killed her soul because it did. "Oh." Was all I could say in the silence of the room. A silence that could curse your own death. A silence that made me realize that my parents never survived, that I was truly almost alone.
It shattered my heart. It shattered my soul. Afterall, isn't my dream to be that Witch that lives in a cottage in the middle of the forest and haunts those with ill intentions and tells stories to those kind hearted? To be surrounded by nature itself?
But how could I do all of that when the whole world hunted my kind?
How could I keep on dreaming about such things when my priority now should be 'how to avoid the whole supernatural world'?
To know that I am one of the Last Witches, my heart shattered.
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Just a filler chapter but kind of important? A very short chapter though... anyways, have a great time! - chanmeleon
