FIRST INSTALLMENT OF #WORKYOURMAGIC SAGA ⁽⁽ english is not my first language ⁾⁾ It was known that in those years no one was in charge of their own destiny, that everything depended on the type of blood they possessed and on the influences that revolved around them. Personal opinions did not matter, they were ready to be put away in the hidden corners of the mostly dark houses and second thoughts were not allowed, everything was supposed to follow its course and there was no room for unnecessary and easily avoidable bumps. There was no room for a mind like that of Violet Leslie Ritchie who, at only seven years old and with a small speech impediment, had even questioned her on the tip of a pencil, wondering why its stroke was not black or white instead of gray. She concluded that whoever invented the tool wanted the people to use it impartially. The colors would have the role to take parts, the pencil was only used to define whether the idea would result in dark or light shades. From then on the pastels would have thought to complete the work, those like night blue, black and purple would have settled for skulls, dragons, and monsters while some brighter colors like orange, red and pink would have painted the sun, a heart, and lips. Violet Leslie Ritchie stated she was not like the girls her age when she was five years old. Her parents thought she referred to her love for books instead of dolls and the inexplicable interest in her father's old and rusty car. Little did they know, Violet was different not because of these silly things, but because of her peculiar ability to levitate the family dog, Nancy, all across her room.
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