I was a witch…of some kind, I guess. The thought kept floating in my mind ever since I learned of it.
It explained everything strange happening to me, but now knowing didn't make me feel any better. I remember when I used to envy Caroline for being able to perform spells, which in turn made her the perfect daughter. Everyone loved and accepted her for it, but now that I had the set of same powers, it didn't make me feel any better. In fact, I didn't want it.
I may have done something terrible with it by stealing Melinda's crux. My mum wanted me to keep my powers hidden because of this and the fact that I may be 'dangerous' and wanted by the Elders. Now, not only was I the opposite of Caroline but I would also be seen as much worse, a threat. No one would still want me. I hate my life.
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