Winds of change

Winds of change

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I’d like to think that I was brave. That I was strong, smart and beautiful. That one day in my life I would be even one of those things. But I’m not, I never will be. I’m just a plain, boring, average girl. Not special or distinguishable in any way. I’m Lucyelle Alexenda Emrys and I never was optimistic. When 14 year old Lucyelle was thrown into the world of witchcraft and wizardry she never expected to be singled out, to be different. But in the throes of a brewing war she is thrown into the place of a leader, a strategist, a warrior. And boy does she have a good left hook. And as she grows in power so does the darkness that threatens to consume her. She will be faced with a choice, to succumb to the ever growing darkness that lurks within or to fight for all that is ‘good’ all that is ‘right’.
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