Witch's Lament
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Ostatnia publikacja sob., sty 11, 2020
As a young girl, Aenwyn Le Doux, had been discriminated against from a young age. It wasn't because of her race, but because of her parents. It was a love that should have never came to pass. As a witch corrupt with envy and evil it is rare for them to be capable of love or even have children. Then her father an empath that made an oath to be chaste because of who he is, but that clearly didn't happen. They gave birth to a lovely baby girl who was dull to all emotions besides happiness and sadness. The only way to feel any other emotions is by touching someone else. A gift from her father. The good thing is that she will never have to worry about becoming like her mother but no one understood that fact besides her best friend, Vixen.
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