After walking into the cottage, Zeera wouldn't quit making noise. To think, I believed owls were quiet.
Zeera is my familiar. They said that the familiar helps strengthen your magic. All Zeera does is perch on the stair railing and hoo day and night. However, I guess Zeera kept me less, well, scared throughout our time together. Many things had happened when I was still a youngster. I'll save those tales for another day.
The snowy owl went and took her usual perch on the railing as I went to go clean up. The snow covering my body wasn't frozen anymore. Instead, it had melted into water, making my dress stick to my skin.
I quickly changed out and looked into the mirror. What did I see? Pale, blue, tired eyes. White, smooth skin. Grayish-blueish hair. The moon necklace strapped around my 17 year old neck and black lips. Who was in the mirror? That was me, Frost.
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Frost (discontinued)
Fantasy(First story. Let's see how this goes.) Everything was fine. Perfect you could say. Until, he arrived. One, snowy, night, Frost, a young witch, had an unexpected visitor arrive at her isolated cottage in the woods. And, it's not who you'd expect. A...
