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Back at home, the witch brewed her potion with the special flower. She chanted a spell to seal the effects of her potion and waited nervously to see if it had worked.

The potion had worked. The witch felt a surge of power, of magic, within her. She had done it.

The night goddess feeds on the emotions of her followers, and you will learn to do the same.

Feed upon the souls of the dying.

.. and so it begins.

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it was the embodiment of darkness and night herself – the goddess of all that is chaos, the goddess that sparked life into the universe itself.

Her midnight-black cloak billows behind her, and her eyes burn with an otherworldly fire.

She stretched out her hand and commanded the witch to hold out the flower. When the witch obeyed, a surge of energy coursed through the flower.

Suddenly a voice whispers in her ear.   With this flower create a potion and drink before the full moons end. It will bestow a great power upon you..Embrace the power.

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💀Chapter Three💀

But as she made her way back, a strange feeling crept over her. She felt as if someone was watching her. She turned around, but saw nothing.

Suddenly, a bright light shone from the moon. It illuminated the forest and the witch stood, transfixed. As she looked up, she saw a figure standing atop the moon, looking down at her.

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💀Chapter Two💀

At last, she had found it - a rare flower that bloomed only under the light of a full moon. She carefully plucked the flower from the ground and tucked it into her pocket, feeling a thrill of excitement. She could almost feel the power of the moonlight radiating from the flower.

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💀Chapter One💀

The moonlight cast a silver light over the forest, illuminating the path of the old witch as she made her way through the trees. She had been wandering alone in the darkness for some time, searching for a special ingredient for her potion.

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“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.” -Anatole France

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Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette

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