Damned And Beautiful

So this is my first story. Its not perfect so no hate okay. I will start posting more parts and chapters if asked. PLease leave comments on how i can improve. Happy reading
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Chapter one

 

Walking into the church I knew that life would be different.
The interior was very elegant and traditional yet run down and sad in a way.
The pews that lead up to the once grand alter were now decayed and almost
falling to pieces. The statue of Mary and Jesus was graffitied and cracked. The
once eye-catching stain glass windows had become washed out and faded. I
remember mum and dad telling me stories about my uncle Sam although I never
meet him until now. After the accident my uncle Sam was next in line to take
care of me. On the car ride home he kept telling me about how great my parents
were. Honestly I wish he wouldn’t talk about them. I wasn’t ready for the tears
and condolences. That’s what funerals were for. Sam guided me up the grand staircase.
The halls were lit with flickering candles and torches. We entered another
passage way to my room. It had a very classic and elegant style. The bed was
monstrous with classic red velvet linen.  “I hope you like it here. It isn’t much but the
coven has lived here for centuries. Be down stairs in ten minutes we will be
having dinner around that time.” The whole idea of now living with my uncle and
the coven was extremely daunting. My parents forbid me to learn magic until
they knew I was ready. A part of me wants to learn as soon as I can, find out
about the history of the coven. The other part wants to hide away and never
utter the words coven magic or talk about the accident. I feel its just better
to ignore the fact that I will never see my parents again.