The fall

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It was the summer of 1898 when Katherine and Willow had a big argument over who's the most powerful Willow usually take a stroll through the garden after a argument or other bad event to clear her mind. That's what she was doing right now. The beginning of this story starts with a well perfectly placed at the middle of the garden. At the bottom of the well laid revain. Nobody knew what it was used for but Katherine somehow did. Willow Pierce was walking through the garden. Today was foggy and humid. The ground covered in thick mist. Willow matched the theme of today. She was wearing a black dress with a corset. And lace gloves and a hat with a fishnet face covering. Her lips were stained with black lipstick and her eyeliner was sharp. Almost sharp enough to stab a man in the back like Katherine. Willow finally reached the well she loved so much. She climbed on the ledge. Her feet dangled over the edge. She sometimes thought of what it would be like to fall down there. She was holding onto a red rose she picked on her way when a thorn pricked her finger. The warm blood escaped her index finger. She wiped it on the cold stone. She felt a single tear fall down her cheek. When she felt a force on her back it didn't bother her but it got more powerful. She almost fell and she saw a small amount of green mist. She could have sworn it was magic but her mom always told her it doesn't exist. But she fell backwards down the deep well her screams echoing through the darkness. She fell into the water her hair soaking in the water as revain water filled her lungs. She choked and gagged on the gross water fighting her way to the surface but it felt like a force was pulling her down under the water. Then next thing she knew she was no longer breathing. No longer speaking, no longer gagging, no longer living. He lifeless body floated in the revain water. Her eyes fluttered closed. Her lungs flooded with water. Her lips slightly parted. Her hair floating around under water in slow motion. Her mind went black. Her skin went pale. She was in fact dead...

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