“Today was the only day in which she wore all black. A white witch never wore dark colors such as black. But today she needed to be like her family, who she left behind so long ago. Her dark magic powers were stronger that her white which ones. This was to protect her baby, Valora.
She gathered herself from her household knowing that was her final day with her little girl. Three day after her child’s fifth birthday she said,
“My baby girl always remember that there is always someone to love out there. No matter how long you have to wait, it is always worth it. You don’t know how long it took me to find your father…”
After that she left her house leaving the child and her husband behind. She needed to leave without a kiss or a hug. She knew that if she were to get a hug or a kiss that her mission failed. Her destiny left her mind cold but her heart big and warm. The place where she needed to go was a coven. The Raven Blood Moon coven. They had her friend there, and without that friend she could not play out her daughter’s destiny of happiness.
Her heels clacked down the concrete stairs. As planned her friend died, so failure was not an option for this white witch in black. She and her friend had one thing in common; protect the lives of their children.
Emotion poured through her veins as she heard the guild leaders from above the swirling staircase. Looking above her she saw three men in black raven suits with masks. She glared amongst these witches and warlocks of death. The coven was too full of death for another members, it was just the three of them.
The staircase was no place to battle. She ran towards the grand entry where her friend had been slain. The dark ones thought that she only wanted to run back to her family, but they were wrong.
She threw every single ounce of magic at the dark ones in fistfuls. Lightning, water, fire, even light itself. She was a powerful white witch. The youngest among us but her passion to be free from her family was brighter and most pure.
However she was outnumbered and drained out of all her magic. She refused to use any dark magic because she believed that if she did she was no longer a good mother or a good wife. Black overcame her body as the dark ones magic took over. One of them spoke,
“My daughter you were always useless. Just like your mother.”
A small smile appeared on the daughters lips, “I had no birth mother to begin with. But my real mother is the great white witch herself.”
That’s when a great purple light danced from her core and took over the darkness. She made destiny more enjoyable for her daughter Valora, meaning the brave one…”
The little gaped mouths of the children around the older witch suddenly burst into chatter,
“Did you really work with Veil, the dark witch her turned into a white witch?”
“Was she extremely pretty like the legends says?”
“Is her daughter our age?”
“Can I marry her daughter?”
The witch was only able to laugh,
“ I raised Veil as my own daughter and Valora is my granddaughter. Veil was extremely beautiful and I hope for the same for Valora. I could never imagine her with her father’s looks. I believe that Valora is ten years older that all of you, which makes her 15. And no, Stephan you cannot marry her.”
Stephan let out a small ‘AWWW’
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I woke up from that dream crying. It felt so real, the emotional attachment. Then the tears began to turn into chunks of salted liquid. I grabbed the bucket beside me and let the huge globs of tears flow from my eyes into the bucket, making a ‘thunk’ sound each time.
“ Damn it, I hate witch water”, I sniffled
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