PROLOGUE

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I welcome another fanfic into my home, and watch it eat up my life.
NOT that I am complaining.
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'And her name shall be Agatha.'

It was 9,423 B.C, and a new baby was just born. A new baby with huge, huge, potential.

A baby with the potential to change the world, as they knew it.

As the Elder, the Wise one, entered the shack where she was birthed, the midwife bowed her head respectfully.

'Ophelia' The resting mother croaked out. 'We are honored.'

She held out the smiling baby, and the old woman took Agatha in her arms,and summoned a gentle cloud of magic, which engulfed the two of them.

As it dissipated, Agatha continued to smile, her eyes glowing.

And the glow was gorgeous. A whirlwind of purple, all different shades, forming a bewitching kaleidoscope.

'She has the Gift. At age five she must go to the Coven, for she will be powerful, too powerful for us to handle. But know, she will, change the world.'

Agatha's destiny was already written.

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