This story takes place in the medieval city of Hydromeda. Or, more like, it begins in the medieval city of Hydromeda.
The city itself held no uniqueness, or glamour, but the inhabitants knew better than to judge a city by its looks. I would know, because I lived here, and wrote this tale, which is, too, centered in this city.
My name is Erik, and I was a writer. I still am, but things have gotten better since then. This story is not about me, but about a witch named Darlene.
She wasn't always a witch of course, but she chose to become one and that was her fate. She had no suspicions that she was different, but that all changed on the year's Festival of Fire, when young Darlene turned 12.
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