Day Twenty, Second Moon, Hunting Year Five Hundred and Four
Michael is helping me write this because he caught me trying to hold the pen with two hands. It didn't work. I'm no help in the garden anymore or with the other chores because I can't feel my hands and feet, so I can't grasp anything, and I keep falling. I don't know what's happening to me. I tried to tell myself I was having a strange reaction to the bee stings but now I'm almost certain I'm cursed. What if it's worse than that, though? I'm not getting any better. Could that be a sign I have the Curse? I don't want to become a witch.
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Grandfather Seth and Grandmother Margaret are calling another town meeting. I don't know if it will be good new or bad news, but they are saying all the children must come this time. Who am I kidding? We're in the middle of a plague. Of course, it's going to be bad news.
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The Wood
FantasyLike every other girl in her village, Kyla has been taught to ward off curses with the right concoction of herbs, but when a new plague falls upon the village, the elders begin to hunt for the witch who caused it. Kyla becomes the next target after...
