Ethereal: A Witch's wish

Ethereal: A Witch's wish

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To ever be heard was what they want. What all they wanted. The Winstons was just any other living-being, wishing to be heard and understood by the souls of many. Never did they wish to end things between them and humans in a tragic ending. The Winstons was kind to everyone they see, but, their oddness obviously made them feel a sense of unbelonging. From their pale skin, white hair, bright, hypnotizing, pair of purple eyes, they, surely were odd from the rest. Generation passing to another generation, humans has never failed to make them feel like the ugly duckling. August 14 was indeed the last page of their story. Fierce fire burned down their beloved home. Once a grand, enchanted home, turned to dark ashes throughout the cold night. Unlike playing a board game, they never received their turn. The townsfolk had enough of their weirdness. Travelling to the house of the Winstons, carrying big torches and pitchforks, the night was nothing but chaos. But after the last page of their book, a new story has been written. It brought a blessing, a new hope to the demolishing generation. A newborn witch, the daughter of Delim Winston, Xylia Winston was brought into this world.
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She'd spent many years playing in this forest as a child. While Selene had enjoyed her novels in the warmth of the house, a blanket wrapped around her narrow shoulders, Sidra always came home covered in mud and scrapes from hours out in the wilderness. She'd take an axe out into the forest and pretend to fight off monsters, the terrifying Mystics that her grandmother had told her stories about. She'd pretend to fight Lycans, knocking out their massive teeth one by one. She'd stand atop rocks and throw her axe at the trees, pretending they were wood nymphs come to steal her away. She'd always return home and tell Selene about the monsters she'd fought that day, spinning together a story of courage and bravery for her little sister. She felt that pain in her heart again as she thought of those times. Through the years, she'd stop going into the woods to play, and she'd instead find stories for Selene. Books of all sizes and shapes, no matter the content, because it made her feel close to her sister just as she had before her parents died. She thought of her family now, how she was all alone. Her parents had been gone for years, her grandmother, and now even Selene was missing somewhere. She needed to find her sister, she couldn't lose the last bit of her family. **

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