Here’s my entry hope you like it lol. Click for next version | V Short story down here: Dark magic has always been frowned upon by all witchefolk. Floral knew that. Her parents had beaten it into her brain from the day she could talk and understand the words they spoke. It was no matter. She was about to leave it all behind. It was all rather… amusing. She smiled, her bag slung over her shoulder as she hopped onto her broom and flew out of sight. She loved the thrill of running away of simply doing things one was not supposed to do. Sure, she got caught, but she had a knack for lies. Lies were Floral’s habit. She couldn’t get out of it no matter how hard she tried. It just seemed to stick with her, like the dark magic she loved to preform. It made her feel powerful, a feeling she didn’t quite feel around the others… the night sky was of course filled with pretty stars, like eyes one could just pull out. Eyes glittering with life until you rip them out and let the light fade out of them. She wanted to rip them out of the sky and keep them for herself. She smiled at the thought. Information: Name: Floral Age: 12-3 a young teenager perhaps. Gender: female Species: witche
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