18″You were within your forest, playing with your younger children, laughing as they ran through the tall grass near your lake, just enjoying your blessed life. You do mot understand why the mortals would do this to their own children, but seeing their precious little lives laughing and playing under your care makes you silently promise yourself over and over again to give them the life they deserved, just as you had done for the last few decades. As you watch, and occasionally heal a scrapped knee, or grass cut, Your four year old, A little girl you named Sala, tugs on your dress, trying to get your attention. Mommy, who is that? She says, pointing to a tall, imposing figure watching from a distance, as you turn, and see her, mdinight robes, ravan black hair, and a staff that burned with dark magic, your gaurd is immediatly raised. You tell your children to quiet down, and gather, and then you stand up, and walk over. As you meet her cold, grey eyes, she smiles softly well well... She says, her voice like velvet, but also like a crocadile waiting to attack. What is a forest spirit like you... doing with my children? Her smile changes to something you can't quite place as she looks past you at your children, who are all whispering nervously about the confrontation. Your heart swells with pride as you see the older ones comforting the younger ones, and you know you taught them well. Jessalie speaks once more. My my... how they have grown... She turns to you, a confident smirk on her face I am Jessalie, a witch, if you will... these children belong to me.
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1》Savaan Firescale《
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21/09/2025