“Eleanor Xantrac, that’s whom I should have been known as for everyone, but for some I’m the white Devil, how did I choose to follow such a path?.
With two faces I delve in this messed up magical world, trying to figure it out because it’s my ‘destiny. Divided paths that take us to the same end. Stopping the second magical downfall that has been written over and over again, the end of magicals and human kind. Our job? Breaking a generational curse that has been going on and on for centuries.
A world of controlled magic, rebellions, war, division, love and sadness, power, magic and many secrets that have to be discovered.
Let’s see how this all unfolds.
About the Creator
Enoch Wade
I’ve always loved writing, but during the pandemic I discovered that for me it’s a way of life.
I live with my husband, my baby and a pack of four legged friends.
I’m giving my imagination the chance to travel thought time and space.
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Condemned hive
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley” I said out softly between a sigh and heavy blinks “Years staring these walls up and down, and it's the most I’ve been able to decipher” I thought walking yet again along the valley of death while rubbing my sore body “Today is one of those days I really don’t want to be alive” I said to myself “You know very well lamenting your life doesn’t change anything Zareth” My fairy companion chirped annoyingly in my ear “I am well aware Ginny it changes nothing but the pain keeps reminding me of the events” I said annoyed at her as I sat against a broken statue thinking about my decisions and drifting off to sleep.
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During the night of the last quarter moon, I gathered my ritual supplies. I carefully handled the chunk of black tourmaline that would protect me from your overall negative and narcissistic energy. I carefully walked the house with my stick of selenite in hand, asking the universe to cleanse our working space.
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