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The act of Enchantment
Chapter 1: The secret circle
Three hundred and twenty eight years now since 20 people were burned at the stake for being witches. Three hundred years now since witches and warlocks decided to go into permanent hiding.
Three hundred and twenty eight years now since the mage kind decided to become nothing but a myth, and hide away from human kind.
Three hundred and twenty eight years now since witches and warlocks alike forged the ultimate safe haven— The secret circle.
After the massacre of twenty innocent in Salem, witches and warlocks alike forged the ultimate safe haven, the common ground amongst mage kind, the coven for all mage creatures.
The secret circle.
For Three hundred and twenty eight years have the circle remained a secret to all human kind. Until now.
Until the 20th century, when many of the mage kind decided to use their abilities as a weapon against humanity kind.
Humans have grown suspicious. Though many still believe us to be either a Fairytale or a Horror Story, some have grown eyes open of our existence.
The deaths have grown much. The use of magic have become careless, and the fear, the fear mage mind have carried against humans for years is dwindling.
New Orleans, Dair Town, Los Angeles and Ashin Fell Valley have failed to carry the care that witch kind had once coveted.
Ashin Fell Valley have become prime for careless use of magic. Ashin Fell that was once a place of safety for witches, have become a wonderland for tourists.
Ashin Fell– You won't find it on any map. You won't hear of us from any mouths.
But we're here. We're real, and I fear we are no longer a safe haven for witches but not only Disney land for tourists, a bull sign for the black hearts that once burned so twenty of my kind and nearly exposed us.
"Have a good day Tyler." Gladies the albino lady that is my father's assistant said.
She is a nice lady. Her hair was an unnatural blonde because of her genes as an albino.
Her fair skin has tiny freckles scattered all over it, though just a few sprayed along her cheekbones on her face.
She always liked pulling her hair up, much like how I know...
Three hundred and twenty eight years now since 20 people were burned at the stake for being witches. Three hundred years now since witches and warlocks decided to go into permanent hiding.
Three hundred and twenty eight years now since the mage kind decided to become nothing but a myth, and hide away from human kind.
Three hundred and twenty eight years now since witches and warlocks alike forged the ultimate safe haven— The secret circle.
After the massacre of twenty innocent in Salem, witches and warlocks alike forged the ultimate safe haven, the common ground amongst mage kind, the coven for all mage creatures.
The secret circle.
For Three hundred and twenty eight years have the circle remained a secret to all human kind. Until now.
Until the 20th century, when many of the mage kind decided to use their abilities as a weapon against humanity kind.
Humans have grown suspicious. Though many still believe us to be either a Fairytale or a Horror Story, some have grown eyes open of our existence.
The deaths have grown much. The use of magic have become careless, and the fear, the fear mage mind have carried against humans for years is dwindling.
New Orleans, Dair Town, Los Angeles and Ashin Fell Valley have failed to carry the care that witch kind had once coveted.
Ashin Fell Valley have become prime for careless use of magic. Ashin Fell that was once a place of safety for witches, have become a wonderland for tourists.
Ashin Fell– You won't find it on any map. You won't hear of us from any mouths.
But we're here. We're real, and I fear we are no longer a safe haven for witches but not only Disney land for tourists, a bull sign for the black hearts that once burned so twenty of my kind and nearly exposed us.
"Have a good day Tyler." Gladies the albino lady that is my father's assistant said.
She is a nice lady. Her hair was an unnatural blonde because of her genes as an albino.
Her fair skin has tiny freckles scattered all over it, though just a few sprayed along her cheekbones on her face.
She always liked pulling her hair up, much like how I know...
