𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗜𝗥𝗔 𝗈𝖿 𝗚𝗔𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗗𝗢𝗡 lived alone with 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗔 of 𝗚𝗔𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗗𝗢𝗡. The two women were believed to be witches because of where they lived. 𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗜𝗥𝗔 wished the second she stepped foot in the town, she was back safe in the arms o...
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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘 '𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗀𝖾'
𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗨𝗣𝗢𝗡 𝗔 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘....
There lived a girl named Sophie. A brave creature of exquisite beauty and uncommon grace who was destined to change the world. Only she wasn't the only one.
Meanwhile, on the other side of Gavaldon, just outside of town, in a humble cottage on top of Graves Hill there lived a beautiful young girl named Aneira.
The young girl lived with Agatha, and was judged by the people of the village. Some even believed the two were witches and even claimed they've witnessed them do magic before.
Nonetheless, their claims were never proven to be true... even though they were correct about one of the girls.
A wise snowy owl, who Aneira decided to name Snow, landed on her windowsill just as she opened her eyes to witness the light shining through her window.
"Hello, Snow," Aneira smiled, gazing upon her winged friend. The girl uses her magic to swing the doors open to allow Snow to fly inside.
"Aren't you looking handsome today?" Aneira says. She earned a few hoots from Snow, then he flew to a stick perch she had set up for him.
Aneira went behind her privacy screen and changes from her white nightgown to a white shirt and black pants. She rummaged through her wooden trunk for the final piece to her outfit; her father's trench coat.
She held it very dear to her and wore it every single day since it was gifted to her. She groaned in frustration and closed the trunk.
"Snow? Do you know where Papa's coat is?" Aneira asked, whipping her head to the owl. Snow let out a couple of hoots then opened his wing to point to her white wardrobe.
Aneira sighs in relief and walks over to it. She uses her magic to open it and immediately spots her father's coat.
"You're so smart, Snow," Aneira smiled. Snow hoots happily and flies off of the perch. Aneira throws on the coat and walks over to her bedroom door.
She just knew she was missing something. "Where's my—," Aneira looked down at her feet to see Snow holding her brown satchel. She smiled and thanked the animal before heading out into the kitchen. A boiling pot of water and a skillet of oats sat on the stove.
"Morning, Annie. Eggs for breakfast? Bread's almost done baking," Agatha questioned. Aneira gave the woman a thumbs up and waltzed over to the dining table and took a seat. Agatha finished mixing the eggs and moved on to the bread.
