Magic had been the reason of her death, her downfall; and yet she couldn't let it go. She had refused to move on to the other side, instead choosing to linger as a ghost; although initially stripped of all her powers.
Her incorporeal form allowed her to enter spaces inaccessible to others, however, and on one exploration she happened upon an ancient well, deep beneath a crumbling city. At a touch with her ghostly presence, the well flowed over, in the process returning her powers to her.
She had held on to the secret for a while, but realized just what she could be missing out on. Now, she clued in other witches remaining as spirits, forming a little army, one by one.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Kısa HikayeMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
