Category: The First Mother
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Witches
The wandering woman had sat looking at the unusual landmark for some time now, contemplating it, studying it. A paved road emerged from the ground in front of her, splitting in two ways, a single discrete signpost with foreign words marking the destinations. She understood none of the letters, nor did she understand how a…
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Mentor
“Come here often?” The angel looked to the woman with a cruel smile, sitting atop a jagged volcanic rock as the woman did her best to avoid its gaze. “I’m thinking of setting up a shop, right here. An emporium, filled with bustling crowds. Think it’s a good location?” The woman pressed on, silent as…
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Visitation
“I don’t know what to do.” The young witch was huddled in a corner, bundling himself up as closely as he could. A few dolls stood around him, aimless and unsure of what to do with their uncooperative Miss. They’d never experienced something like this, a lack of confidence and drive that so defined witches.…