Winter was having a dream about herself being the basement, looking at the ceiling in the black room seeing the bright purple symbols on it, she was then looking out of the basement window at the storm where everything was pitch black and there was blinding bright purple lightning......and now
Winter's Dream P.O.V:
I look behind me and see a young woman standing there, she was the one who was cackling before, talking about herself and her brother along with the prophecy.
"What do you mean by don't make the same mistake?" I ask Esme, one of my ancestors who was standing right before me.
"Well I tried to fight the prophecy, I was the same as you, I didn't want to hurt my brother Authur, just as you don't want to hurt your brother Buster," Esme said to me as she walks up to me, so that she is now standing directly in front of me. She has amazing bright blue eyes, long and straight brown hair that looks as though it has small specks of black and blonde in it.
"Well, how do you know that I don't have what it takes to change my fate?" I ask her, as she picks up a lock of my curly brown-reddish hair, she looks into my eyes, her piercingly bright blue eyes looking into my piercingly bright blue eyes.
"Because I was one of the most powerful Wicca at the time, I had much knowledge, much strength, much experience, much power. But it didn't do anything to protect me for the pulls of the dark arts, well much more like The Dark Magicks," I gasped slightly, as she smiled at how much she once had and then frowned at how it didn't do anything for her.
"I was so powerful, that The Dark Magicks had such a great grip on me, that I lost my brother, my sister, my mother, my father, my two best friends and the love of my life," Esme says softly to me as she walks around me in a circle.
"I'm so sorry for you Esme," I say to her, but
"No don't you get it, The Dark Magicks changes you, you don't get it do you? I did all those things because I didn't care anymore, I didn't feel things anymore,"
"You and Me, We're more alike than you think my sweet little Winter," and with that she disappeared, nowhere to be seen anymore.
Winter's Normal P.O.V:
I wake up with sweat dripping down my face and I end up falling off the bed
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The Truth (#JustWriteIt #OnceUponNow)
FantasíaA 16 years old dude and his 13 years old sister find out the truth about their family and about their family's long, innocent and evil blood covered history. Now is the time that the siblings find out the truth about what happens before the darkness...
