Chapter 1

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Time is a great healer, so I was told at least once. But no matter how much time had passed, no matter what powers I had mustered up on my part, my wounds would not close; instead of them, ugly scars had formed that would always remind me of what I had done. To understand a story you have to know its origin. I was not always like that, for a long time it had only slumbered within me, until one day it was awakened by someone special. This was my birth, this was the day the first witch was born...