My sister is dead. As I watch the magical, purple fumes of death take her away, I am angry and sorrowful.

Dreem was my only sibling since our parents were executed 20 years ago by the evil witch, Narcissa. I was only 3 months old while Dreem was 2 years old. We were forced under supervision by Narcissa’s in-laws, whom she also tortured and enslaved. I grew up eating breadcrumbs and drinking water from the pond in the neighboring forest. Dreem and I never let go of each other. We were a safe haven together from all of the evil in our world.

Dreem was the best story teller and teacher. We spent most of our childhood in the forest climbing trees while playing games with imaginary animals and creatures. She shared endless fictional stories of magic and mythical beings. Dreem was brilliant in the way she took opportunity of our poor lives. Before we returned from the forest each day, Dreem always said to gather big leaves that fell from the trees and store them in our cloke pockets. Dreem would take them from me once we were back in our cabin to secretly hide them. I never knew why until my 6th birthday she gifted me a leaf book. Dreem wrote every single story she had ever told me on those tree leaves we collected. That’s how I learned to read. She was a beautiful soul.

When I was the age of 12, Dreem and I were kidnapped from our cabin. The kidnappers stowed us onto a carriage for seven hours, travelling cold and far. Little did we know that the most royal, wealthy witch of all the land, Freesha, had rescued us. It is also the very day that changed my life forever.

Dreem and I discovered that we are witches. By blood and ancestry, Freesha explained to us that our parents were executed by Narcissa because their blood held the most potent magic that could mend and restore anything in existence and create any new existence. Narcissa wanted to enforce slavery on my parents to take advantage of their magic to create potions and the most deadly of all—clones. However, my parents did not falter to fight their way out of Narcissa’s authority. They didn’t win and now, neither did my sister.

Least to say, I will kill Narcissa. She has bestowed me a lifetime of grief. But for a little while longer, I think I will stand here in the memory of my sister, my father, and my mother before I begin my new journey of revenge.