Unbreakable

Unbreakable

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What's a witch? Generally speaking, an evil character from those fairy tales you're told as a kid. An evil magical woman with horrible intentions, out to ruin the lives of the beautiul, charming, perfect--yet humble--princess. She does things like casting spells, brewing evil in giant cauldrons, spewing frogs, and eating the hearts of the endearing female protagonist. Another key thing? They're fake. Or, you know, they're supposed to be. If the world played by the rules, they would be imaginary. Fake. Couldn't hurt a thing. But say there's a witch. A real one. By default, magic also exists. And, logically speaking, if magic exists in the world, who's to say more people--than just the witch--can't use it? Namely, random people who were doing just fine in a world without magic. Namely, me. And everyone around me. And when witches go after such random, innocent, people, as they say, 'shenanigans ensue.' So, no, I never thought it would turn out like this. And, now, on with the shenanigans.
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

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