If i didnt know any better, Id say the pathetic sight before me is less then trash, all the filth did was smile and laugh as she was being beaten to death,And for what? Did the filth find some kind of enjoyment in her utter demise or is she not sane? I frown in my pink rose cloak as i lose myself in my mirror magic, magic that uses mirror like fragments n inter dimention ways of traveling through the miror realm to this one, which i wouldnt at all call home. I ponder alittle in my reflection, lost in my beauty it doesnt take any of my magic to look this good, lucherous men desire me, envious women wanna become like me! But the shoes i walk in life only fit one size, that is mine no one elses. I stop checking myself out in the glassy mirror that is my magic and watch this horrific scene before although i am way in the back of the crowd and outta sight, i am anything but unoticabld, as i am the only one who is wearing all pink in a dark crowd of witches n warlocks dressed in all black. I never understood the whole gloomy black witches and warlocks theme just wasnt ever my type of style and i aint even a english witch, i am a spanish one, from a completely different time zone. And me trying to blend into this era has never a good skill of mine. As i am lost in my daydream i finally look up n see witches n warlocks kicking her around , as she meets her end , her corpse crumples to the ground. P.S. Chapter-2 Pink Witch Name of book Pink Eclipse