She reached out to touch a lock of the baby's hair. She whispered, "One day, you'll be just like me."
The black magic swirled around her finger tips as she drew it from the air. She raised her face to the stone ceilings, her dress ruffling in the sudden wind. The baby cried out.
Just as the tips of her fingers were about to touch the baby, the evil woman was thrown across the room. A white light so pure it was nearly blinding, glowed from the babe's forehead. There was a heart shaped birthmark and it shone pure white in the middle of her forehead.
Then the evil woman disappeared.
And the words she had spoken were ever so wrong. No, this infant would not be just like her. The infant girl would be just the opposite of her, pure and righteous in every way.
She would be her end.
Her doom.
Take it from here!
I didn't like that one. I lost interest about half way through, probably because I should be sleeping or doing homework rn :P. Thank for reading!
Payton Janae :).
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