Black Briar Society (c.s)

Black Briar Society (c.s)

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"And so modern witches were born," the woman rasped. "In lighting, and thunder, and rain." And as I stared up at her with my bright blue eyes, I felt the pang of recognition somewhere deep within. Little did I know what was yet to come.
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The world was fire. All I wanted to do was burn with it. After another day of screaming and fighting, I could only sit by my window and pray that absolution would come. That I would finally be released from this Hell. She came then, maybe a figment of my imagination or a ghost from the past. A version of me long gone, or perhaps I was a version that was born to devour her. Her face was hard, but her eyes were apologetic as she handed me her dandpattas. "It is time, chhota draigan." I closed my eyes then, steeling myself, and began to hum. Oh, what to be born from chaos - what to be born from fire and blood.

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