Deathwitch Stories

There is nothing beautiful about the wreckage of a human being There is nothing pretty about damage, about pain, about heartache. What is beautiful is, their strength, their resilience, their fortitude, as they display an ocean of courage when they pick through the wreckage of life to build something beautiful brand new against every odd that is stacked against them They were broken, broken beyond repair. Their hearts were broken, souls crushed. But then, they met each other. And they started to heal. Slowly. Steadily. The gaping craters became small holes, the holes crevices and the crevices, thin, white scars. The pain reduced, day by day, until it was no more. The Witch and the Goddess were broken no more, the Witch and the Goddess were at peace. Until, someone wanted to ruin that.

Amani blames herself everyday for the death of her twin brother Tunu. She back tracks her life and magic to see if there is anyway to reverse what she did without upsetting the natural balance of the universe.

"𝙄 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 - 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 - 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙤𝙗, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 - 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩." 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥. - 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘖𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 - ~ 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 ~ 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 !! 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 !!

OC's from all of my stories. This is basically the grand central for my OC's