"You are special," She smiled, tucking a scarlet lock behind the young girls ear.
"I understand why she chose you. What is your name?"
The girl was quiet for a while, when she answered her voice was small and she shuttered."Evangeline."
"What a beautiful name. I am Lyr. It is short for Lyrica."
"Why am I here?"
"The witch chose you. She will raise you as her daughter and marry you off to a prince. That is if you make it. Most girls don't make it to my age."
"How old are you?"
"I am fifteen. Most importantly how old are you?"
"I am nine." Lyr looked disgusted.
"Nine. You are the youngest she has ever taken. Of course! She would want to raise you from a younger age, because of your gift."
"My gift? What gift?"
"Every girl she takes has a gift. My gift is being able to tell others' gifts. Your gift, my dear, is..." Lyr took Evangline's hand and look her in her eyes. "My! You have a strange one. You just might find it out on your own."
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Tower.
Ficción GeneralA young girl is taken in the night. She is taken to a tower with many other girls. Will she survive and escape, or die trying.
