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𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 : мι∂αяι
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chapter 000 ; prologue
❝ HOW COULD YOU?! ❞
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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓰𝓸𝓮𝓼 'immortality is not a gift, it's a curse'. It was a curse to live forever while you watch your loved ones die over and over again for eternity, never able to feel yourself growing old and your life coming to an end.
Well, immortality was most definitely not a curse for Anabel Kennedy.
She adored being young forever; she got to watch the flowers bloom every spring, the leaves change every fall, and the first snow every winter. She had hundreds of Christmases behind her and plenty more Valentine's ahead, and she wouldn't trade a thing for that. She had long been ostracised from her family and seeing the controversies they had gotten themselves wrapped up in.... She was glad to not be part of the Kennedy family anymore.
The young-looking woman was fairly new to to the immortality scene—only a millennia or so, but she had done a good job of not letting anyone know that she had the power to stay young forever.
She didn't know if it was because of her powers or because of her being one of the rarer fae-witch hybrids, but Anabel had ultimately decided that her ability to communicate with the dead and her passion to help people was so precious and far between people, that the Goddesses couldn't possibly take her away from those in need until another of her kind came along.
Operating under the name Anabel Kent and using glamour spells, she would help the people in the little village neighbouring her home in the woods — she told them vague parts of their future, helped them move on from loved ones recently passed, brewed them wondrous healing potions. All this had cemented Anabel's legacy in outskirts of Kinallen; a peculiar little town that seemed to help her magic flourish like it had never before.
It wasn't easy, though, for Anabel to keep her big secret, especially with her big heart and desire to help those in need. Every few generations, the witch gave everyone their Yule Baskets as normal, only they were laced with Forgetfullness Draught that would have them forgetting that the woman hadn't aged in the spanning decades. The logical thing to do was to keep to herself, not help any prosaics — what the fae community called humans; meaning ordinary — and just live out her immortal life perhaps in the company of other immortals. But of course, that was not something Anabel could bring herself to do.
Even before discovering her powers as a fae and as a witch, Anabel Kennedy was a kind and generous soul. She lived to put smiles on people's faces and help them relieve their burdens in any way she could; whether that be letting them rest as she did some of their work or simply singing to them to raise their moods. When she had found out she could help in so many other ways, Anabel buried herself into books on witchcraft and started practicing diligently.
Things got a little rocky when her telltale brother had gone to their mother and father one evening and the next morning, Anabel found the collection of books on witchcraft, incantations, rituals, potions, etc., all stolen from her room. Coming down for breakfast to see her angry mother, worried father, and smug brother sitting at the table surrounded by her precious books was a shock, to be honest.
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"𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧?"
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘕𝘰 '𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨', 𝘯𝘰 '𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶'. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 '𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧?'
"𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯?" 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩.
"𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴... 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦." 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳. "𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦?"
"𝘕𝘰," 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
"𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨," 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. "𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦."
"𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘈𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘤," 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵; 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘚𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦."
"𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭!" 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺. "𝘉𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳!" 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳-𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺'𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳. "𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘐."
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳-𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺'𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦.
"𝘕𝘖!" 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥. "𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?!" 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. "𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋 𝘠𝘖𝘜?!" 𝘈 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭'𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺.
"𝘈𝘯𝘢...." 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘉𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥.
𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘯, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺.
"𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳!" 𝘙𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. "𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳!" 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺'𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯-𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱.
"𝘈𝘯𝘢..." 𝘔𝘳. 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦'𝘴. 𝘈 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥-𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥.
"𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳?" 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘚𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦. "𝘠𝘰𝘶...?"
"𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳." 𝘔𝘳. 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵. "𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧." 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴, 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. "𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘈𝘯𝘢. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯. 𝘐𝘵. 𝘐𝘴. 𝘕𝘰𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳. 𝘍𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵."
𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 — 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵.
𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵.
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Needless to say, that hadn't been the best moment in Anabel's past. She still woke with nightmares about it some nights, but it helped her resolve on learning more about her powers.
Over the years, she had grown eve more powerful and yet still kept the same humble, helpful disposition she believed she had been blessed by the Goddesses with. If she were so buried in her guilt, how would she be able to assist those who needed it?
And that's what Anabel continued to do, through the months, the years, the decades; if there was one thing Anabel Kennedy would do forever, it was help people.
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𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓐𝓷𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓷 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯, as they say 'a routine is everything'; after a nice home cooked dinner and a bowl of seasonal fruit salad with a dollop of self-whipped cream, she would draw herself a lavender bubble bath that filled her little bathroom with calming steam that had her relaxing from a full day of activities.
After pampering herself in the bath, she got dressed in that week's nightgown and took care of her skin and hair with a myriad of products that left her smelling like the Secret Garden. Sitting down in her comfy seat in the den by the window with a cup of chamomile and honey tea, Anabel read the latest book on her reading list, watching the sunset from the corner of her eye as the room got darker and darker.
Once the sun was bellow the horizon, the witch would put her book down and head towards the kitchen to clean up the mess she'd made from cooking and baking and potion-brewing throughout the day. Tidying up with the window open to let in fresh air, candles surrounded the room to give her just enough flickering light to keep herself drowsy enough to be able to hopefully fall asleep right when her head hit the pillow, but awake enough to be aware of what she was doing.
Brushing her teeth was the last on her list, putting the moulded piece of plastic in place to avoid grinding down her porcelain white teeth any more than they already were. Blowing out all the candles except the one she carried, Anabel made one last round of the house to make sure everything was secure, before heading to her bedroom and getting comfy.
Sometimes, she would be able to fall asleep and meet a nice dream on the other side. Other times, she was met with the uncomfortable feeling of a vision.
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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦. 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.
𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 — 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦-𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵.
𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦.... 𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬.
𝘛𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬; 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙮 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴, 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧-𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴' 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 — 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵-𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴...
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴! 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵'𝘴 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦! 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 — 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘠𝘰𝘶.
𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴... 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴...? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴.
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Sitting up, grabbing her chest as her lungs heaved to breath in oxygen, Anabel couldn't help but grin. The rising sun had her now golden eyes glistening as if they'd caught sparkles. Her mouth was spread in the biggest smile she'd ever produced; bigger than taking her first dip in the lake when Summer comes, bigger than when carving the first pumpkin of Autumn, bigger than she would have during the first fall of snow of Winter, and even bigger than when she would have the first of many picnics in Spring.
Living through almost four-thousand changes of the seasons hadn't taken the magic out of them — she was definitely still able to see the absolute wonder in even the littlest things, but those pleasures had nothing on what she'd just seen. She'd been alone — except for Salem — for almost a thousand years, and though he was great company, she still had that pain in her heart when she would see the couples walking hand-in-hand down the dirt road that went by her concealed home.
Anabel wasn't able to experience love before she'd left society, so the only comparison she had were romance books and movies, and love songs. Though, given all that time, she was able to make a pretty long list of things she wanted to experience with her Heart's Desire when the time came. Even if they didn't want to do something on the list, she'd find a way to convince them — being so touch-starved for almost a millennia, Anabel promised herself that she was going to be firm in her pursuits of experiencing the beautiful and passionate kind of love she'd only read about.
The first step of that was packing up and heading to Forks, Washington.
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holy hel that was annoying and difficult to write... it's getting so much more tedious for me to write prologues because i want to get to the story asap lmaoooo
i added some lore to the kennedy family bc i wanted to. in all honesty, idfk anything abt the kennedy family other than jfk being president lol
anyways, hope y'all liked this prologue and feel the desire to keep reading !!!! the next chapter will be out (hopefully) soon 🫶🫶
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ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀʟᴏᴏ by αввα
obvi gotta start with the namesake for this whole story!! i LOVE this song so much, it's not even fathomable. it's so happy but it still gives the slight fear of falling in love and giving in to the feelings that this new person brings you (lowkey like labyrinth by taylor swift. speaking of taylor swift, how's y'alls spotify wrapped this year? i got in the top 0.5% of taylor swift listeners lmaoooo)
anyways, stay safe and much love,
midari <3
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