Annora never knew magic. She never knew the power, the awe, or the imprint of it's touch in her mind. A bit over twenty years ago, while in her mother's belly, magic was made a crime. Those who knew magic were forced to relinquish it- or die by order of the decree. Annora is happy for the peace, aside from the occasional public executions. Nothing gained, nothing lost. Until Annora accidentally taps into primal magic- fueled on hatred. Forced to flee, and teamed up with a gypsy desperate to see her power flourish towards a resistance to the decree, Annora is tossed into a world where there exists a delicate balance between power and madness. And finds herself treading the line. *Striving for weekly chapter updates- but I do my best:)*
3 parts