We are the granddaughters of the witches you couldn't burn
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Each and everyone of us holds a fire inside, for some it's a tiny candle lit flicker, dancing slowly in the shadows. For others it's a furnace, angry and passionate, roaring deep within their bones.
For me, it's a wildfire simmering beneath the surface, its fire against fire clashing viciously in an endless was, it's pure power dancing along my skin, desperately calling to be free- bad things happen when it's free and I am responsible for it. But at the moment I'm not sure I care.
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Phoenix
FantasyI am alone on foreign land, where myths and legends are reality where I am a myth, a legend and it's terrifying. They expect me to help destroy the thing they fear most, the thing that haunts their nightmares, the thing parents tell their children...
