Book one of two.
Post war.
Odette Elara Viotto can't help but feel foreign in the place she grew up in, and seems to believably lie that she is coping like others around her.
After one dark wizard perishes, another forges- reeking havoc within the...
(!!TW!! This chapter contains mentions of death and food)
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She wears all black, just like her soul, yet her heart is made of gold.
-Unknown author
Odette dreamt of a girl with soft copper eyes and an elegant smile— with skin the colour of olives, and hair with curls that bounced effortlessly against the girls' shoulders.
She called out softly to Odette— her voice as smooth as softly woven silk, her body shadowed by a thick mist of white mystical smoke.
Odette approached the beautiful olive skinned girl, watching as an arm reached out from within the mist. Odette's hand snaked around Vivienne Emerson's. It was cold, dry and brittle— as though all the moisture and life had been sucked out of it.
A stab of guilt resonated through Odette's entire form as their bodies connected in a misty embrace, the feeling of Vivienne's fragile hug felt foreign and impossible, as though she were merely a class reconstruction of a once beautiful witch that could shatter at one flick.
Odette hadn't realised how badly she longed for Vivienne, despite how little time they had known each other. She was a saviour in a time of great need, providing safety and security that was scarce at the time.
All Odette could picture were the girls' lifeless copper eyes, laying in a pool of her own blood, a stab wound deep in her heart.
It would be a sight that would forever be engraved in the back of Odette's mind whenever she'd think of the Emerson girl— instead of remembering her as the beautiful, lively witch bursting with elegant energy, she remembered her as a bloodied corpse laying dead in her own hallway; a live short lived, stolen in such a brutal manner.
Vivienne began to speak. Her voice, so harmonious and alluring, felt painfully sharp as she whispered in Odette's ear: "you are at fault, the guilt will forever haunt you for the rest of time."
