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❝ You are a beginning. ❞
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Sharp and opinionated Purple is one of the last residents of what's left of...
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FOR A MOMENT, I was a god.
For a moment, I held the balance of life and death within my palms; within my magic. Everyone seemed to realise that if I wished, I could render this building to ashes. Or shatter it in ice. To dictate someone's fate so easily —was this how deities felt?
What dangerous, fragile power.
As bloodthirsty as the coven of Wytches had seemed initially, they then fell back in reverence at their leader's words. At the word Eve.
Respect was abruptly laid before me —and it was such a jarring turn to the prior sequence of events that it took me a minute to readjust. The very ground I stepped on was promptly swept by sentient brooms; as was the path before me which I was meant to take.
I was half expecting a golden carpet to be rolled out.
It was no longer an ambush, but rather, a welcoming party. Given the unforeseen change of mood, I made sure to keep my wits about me.
The humans were released —though very reluctantly —upon my repeated request, before the Wytches sheathed their arrows and slung their bows over their shoulders. Every Wytch then filed through a doorway opposite the entrance which we had used.
The room that opened up beyond that was a palace fit for Faerie royalty —though the loungers and armchairs of black velvet contrasted aggressively with the ruined pale walls. In three corners for all to see, sat statues of Hekate, Vesta and Diana; their goddesses of wytchcraft, fire, hunting and the moon.
