Witchfire and Whiskey

Witchfire and Whiskey

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They say some things don't die; they just change form. Piper was one of those things. Once a small-town girl with big dreams and a knack for reading people too well, she didn't know her mother had been a ceremonial witch or that her father bled gold like the old gods. The protection spell her mother cast the night Piper was born made sure of that. It kept her human, tucked away in a life with two brothers who would give their life for hers- until the night everything burned. The fire was ruled an accident, but the thing that crawled out of those ashes wasn't human anymore. It was Pyra Valdis, "goddess of slain", as known by old Norse mythology. The spell that was meant to save her, brought her back with the part of her bloodline that should've stayed buried. Now she can twist objects with a single touch, craft cursed or blessed objects, and vanish like smoke. The stronger Pyra gets, the more her memories bleed out of her - her mortal name, her friends, her old life with the Winchesters. That is, until they meet again.
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