Chapter 0:
Somara’s Journey Alongside Spirits
PART 1 – The Unfortunate Witch
In a place surrounded by trees bearing small purple fruits existed a village called Purpleforest. In this village there was a big two store ancient house in the outskirt, folks gossiped that the place was haunted because they could faintly see through the windows the silhouette of people floating around. However, this house was not abandoned, quite the opposite, it was well maintained by the Witches that helped the sick. A garden with many different herbs could be seen in the backyard and the paint looked all new.
In spite of that, no animals could be seen near the house, which fueled the eerie atmosphere everyone gossiped about. As a result of that, no one visited the house unless for emergencies, and the Witches needed to walk to the places they were required.
As for recent times, two people lived there, one was an old woman in her sixties, white hair and using a cane for walking too much for many years.
The other was a sixteen years old girl, Somara was her name. She had a dark bluish hair and tanned skin from years under the sun. She loved her life, she loved her peaceful little village in the middle of the woods and she loved her lovely and wise grandma. But above all else, what she loved the most was her best friend, Kaira.
The happy girl was a Witch apprentice, learning how to deal with herbs and diseases. She also learned another thing in secret, Soulmancy, the capability to control one’s soul and use its power to influence your own body in many ways. In the case of Somara, she had an affinity for shadows, in the sense that she could use her soul power to make her shadow accomplish many different things.
Besides of studying hours, Somara and Kaira were always sticking closely like glue. The girl and her best friend grew up together and were always close, running around the village and causing a ruckus in any place they sat foot. Somara and Kaira were the ‘problem girls’ that people talked about, “They will never get a good husband like this” was what the old women usually said, but the pair paid no mind because they had one another. That was until…
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