We are the blood of the witches you thought were dead. We carry witchcraft in our bones whilst magic still sings inside out heads. When the witch hunters imprisoned out ancestors when they tried to burn the magic away. Someone should have warned them that magic cannot be tamed. Because you cannot burn away what has always been aflame.
A strong witch needs to watch her thoughts, for she can curse without intention.
I'M MY FATHER'S DAUGHTER AND I'M NOT AFRAID OF ANYTHING.
LIKE THE MOON, SHE HAD A SIDE OF HER SO DARK,that even the stars couldn't shine on it. She had a side of her so cold, that even the sun couldn't ━ burn on it.
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