54-Ma'ul Hayat (The High Witch) POV
I am growing weary. My life has been long and fruitful and watching Brooke grow into the wonderful woman that she is has been my greatest achievement, but I can already feel my strength waning. It's time to pass the torch. I've had this thought for a long time of course, but I am now certain of it.
The folds and bumps on the cover of my grimoire are worn from loving use. The strength coming from it is becoming too much for my old body to carry alone. It has to be passed onto Brooklyn soon. She will inherit all the magic of my family lineage, and more when she finds her grimoire somewhere out there in the world. Every time a high witch is born...or in Brooke's case, created, a grimoire is born, scattered somewhere into the world, with spells written jus
