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Shadow Weaver's past.

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ty to anyone who reads this.
Btw this is my au and even tho most of it is the same some of it is different.
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TW - BLOOD AND MENTION OF ABUSIVE FAMILY. 
                                                                                                                                                   
"I've got no idea? Really? You actaully thing that anything happened in your pathetic, pointless childhood is worse than mines?" I HAD A FAMILY. A FAMILY I NEVER KNEW BECAUSE YOU TOOK ME FROM THEM." Catra was screaming now.

"I had a family once y'know? They practiacally cast me of as a mistake before i even came out the wound. It was just a pain I couldn't get away before 15. Familys don't do anything for you. They mean nothing, atleast to me anyway." She answered, acting like i what she had said meant nothing.

"A mistake?" Castaspella whispered.

They were all completely shocked. She had a bad childhood? Really? Her? Wouldnt she just of, killed them with her magical socerous power or something?

"So what happened, did you escape?" Repiled Adora, intrested.

"Nope, they abandoned me, in the whispering woods, on my 15 birthday. Hoping i would 'rot away with the trees.' Complete bullshit that is, everyone knows it takes years for trees to rot away." Shadow weaver rolled her eyes.

"Who are 'they'?" Castaspella gasped.

"'They' are my family, well my father and brother anyway." Shadow weaver replied.

"What happened to your mother?" Bow asked.

The look on Shadow weavers face was enough.

"Did she... die?" Perfuma breathed.

"Yes." Shadow weaver whispered.

A single, silver tear fell onto the hard ground.
Was she... crying?
Shadow weaver noticed them looking and turned her head away from them.
More tears fell.
She cried for a couple more seconds before quickly wiping them away.

Her head fell back against the tree agian, banging hardly.
Some blood trickled down the side of her face, extremely red next to her pale skin.
More blood trickled down the tree, seeping into the cracks of the bark.
Shadow weaver put her hand up to her head. She winced when her hand hit her head.
She brought her hand down and looked at it.
Blood.
There was blood covering her hand.

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Ik this chapter was quite bad but i wrote and published it at my nans so yeah.
Next part will be out today or tuesday.
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