Júlia—Witch Discovers Her Power

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The towers stand tall and defiant atop the island, stretching majestically to the sky. The little witch steadied herself and began her ascent up the slippery steps. The higher her body took her, the more weightless she felt—her own body called to the skies, to her destiny. She wasn’t sure what she would find inside the towers, but her heart carried the certainty that it would open up an entire new world.

An outcast from her village to powerful witch, that power certainly scare the folk from where she was from. But in her heart of hearts she knew she was destined for more.

The looming doors of the tower dwarfed her frame as she hesitantly stepped closer to a power that called to her very soul. Her hands vibrated with energy—a purple and green aura beginning to form around her outstretched fingers as she splayed her palm against the cold dark wood. The doors burst open as if a herd of elephants came trampling through. The little witch simply stared at her power.

She had never felt so powerful. She knew she would have at least a small source of energy inside her because her mum was a witch, but she never displayed any signs of magic as a little girl. Her mum used to worry her with anxious muttering when one of her friends created a spark or started drifting off of the floor—she worried maybe something went wrong before birth which had made her human. She had gone to the tower on her 18th birthday anyway. And there she stood, purple and green starbursts erupting from her hands, her fingertips glowing white. She felt like her fingernails were going to get singed off by the sheer power she held.