Mortals may have believed they had burned the witches on the stake hundreds of years ago. However, how would a simply puny human think they had to power to catch a true witch.
A true witch has magic in her fingers and devilry dancing in her blood.
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The whispers of the leaves led the witch from the safe haven she called home. One could argue it was past her time to venture from where she was born. However, she never yearned to leave.
Yet in order to become a full witchling she must learn to trust the instructions given by nature.
So with a heavy heart and uncertainity in her bones she followed the leaves and went on an adventure towards a concrete jungle. One she is unsure if she will ever be able to leave.
It seems as though the fates have been twisted with boredom and decided to give one unfortunate soul the challenge of a life time.
Will the flower among humans wilt under the pressure or will she blossom, only time will tell. May her ancestor's favor ever be on her side.
She has much to learn in this year-long quest.
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