Curse of Siren

"Many, many years ago, we used to have sirens, but since people hated them, they hunted down and killed every siren they could find. They hated us, witches, too, so they started witch hunting and killed many witches, but they couldn't kill all of us because we look just like them. So just be careful not to get caught, ever," Mom used to say and kiss my left pinky, which had the tip missing. She always did that before bedtime.

Apparently, I was very blessed to be born with a tip of my finger missing, as it is not possible for witches to lose a part of their body and not regenerate. So all I had to do was tell people I lost part of my finger in an accident, so it was easier to blend in around them.

She also warned me never to use magic around people, some of whom could only use magic using wands. If I were to use wands, the magic could cause catastrophic accidents, so I had to be one of the ungifted people.

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This story contains graphic and violent content. Please read at your own risk.