Witch  (A Short story)

Witch (A Short story)

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She knew she was different. Some people would say that she's one of kind and everything- but she just couldn't understand the word everything. People knew she had this ability that no human could do. She creates life with only a waved of her hand. Her face never aged and her beauty was like no other. But something had to be changed- betrayal of love ones had to meet it's destiny. Her heart was broken. If only you knew why it rained... it was a witty witch crying for agony for her heart was beaten into pieces. She cried her heart out as the world grew darker and darker....
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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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