The world is full of magic, spring turns to summer, one thing always changes into another.
Ever since the halloween, this ragtag group of misfits, outcasts, are now more closer then ever before. But after working an extra long case in England; Evely...
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Life is like a ticking clock, it has been said. With each chyme of the clock, a tale is to be told. So keep silent among the trees and I will tell you one of these stories. It is a tale as enchanting as the forest itself.
It is about pride, power, treasure, about fangs, claws and talons, but mostly it is about love.The story that I want to tell, of course; cannot be found in any old book. They say the history of our kind was written from the very people that were told by others, but it's never been told from the heart of one ,not until now.
I was born to live here, in a place that people would call "Civilization", a place where normal people, or Normies"lived and thrived.
But I was truly born somewhere far from civilization, but to my kind, the land seemed ageless. My parents told me that me and my brother were conceived by nature.
I was conceived from an orchid, while my brother Raoul was conceived from the soil of the earth, which is why he is considered the least gifted of our kind.
My parents told me, and my brother when we we're young, centuries ago the land that our kind dominated, in the shadows, had no beginning and no end, somehow I think the story might have been true.
The land that me and my brother now live and thrive on now, not only has no beginning or ending, but has no boundaries between earth and sky. Like the wind flowing in the between the tree branches, we belong here, we will always belong here.
They say that a witch is a spirit or protector of nature itself, whether that was true in the end or not you have to decide for yourself. But the story I want to tell you is true, I was there. I remember the softness of the grass , the sky being blue as ever, the wind calling my name, and a time that we ran free.
So i grew from normie to witch, as wild and free will as can be. Soaring with the wind, racing with the eagle.
Flying? sometimes i wish i could go higher. Like my parents before me i became leader and protector of this land and all it's inhabitant's, but with that honour came certain responsibilities.
The first hazzard for us, the returning heroes, is the fame that comes with it. The glamour of it all left us all quite giddy, those that first dismissed us as "odd" and never did understand us; now glamour just to be in our presence.
