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“ Maybe I was waiting for the right time.” Violet spoke to the wind, with a shrug. “ Not anymore.”
“ I don’t know, half of me would love to do it again and the other half of me is revolted.” It was her soul splitting, the darker the magic the less of a conscious she would have. All her magic mingled with denial, fought to escape at her dear friend. Every part tensed in a breakneck speed as she repressed the force into small organized cuts on her upper thighs. “ – there’s always a way to fix it. That’s why I’m a witch – I have to fix things or else what’s the point? ” She retorted breaking out in tears.
“As someone who’s lived over half a millennium, I can tell you: there’s no such thing as the right time,” he spoke firmly. He sighed. “Nothing wrong with that. We all want to do bad things sometimes.” He flashed her a cheeky grin. “Me more often than most.” Fox froze when she started to cry. It was the opposite of his goal. “Vi,” he approached her. He reached out for a moment, as if he was going to pull her into an embrace, then stopped. “You’re a witch, not a god. You’re a guardian of nature. You should dry such dark magic. It corrupts the magic and its user.” He shook his head again. “You won’t get your mother back this way.”










