Of Blood, Shadows, and Death by Brandy Waldo
I was born in the shadows of night. A witch destined to protect those who are vulnerable in their waiting hour. Like all those who came before me, this lineage was considered an honor, a gift given to a select few.
My existence was expected to be a promise of simplicity and rituality. The one clear path between life and death. It proved to be anything but.
As time passed, my mind began to wonder. My soul craving adventure outside of my darkened world. A life in the light… I could only imagine how spectacular that would be.
Some saw this curiosity as the beginning of my fall. To me, it was the start… of my uprising.