I woke up knowing it was the most important day of my life. I had been preparing for that for six years, since my mother told me about our real nature.
In the evening, the elders came to my house. While they were having dinner, I dressed up and took my family's dagger. The Witches' Sabbath would begin at twelve when the blood moon rises.
I felt a bit afraid when that man looked at my eyes but I couldn't have a doubt. I stabbed his heart and my mother drew a star on my face with his blood. From that moment on, I'm a real witch.
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Short Stories
Short StoryA collection of stories I wrote in English class. Colección de historias cortas escritas en clase de inglés.
