by Wayward Daughter Wed 11 Dec 2013 - 22:38
1595?! he echoed, stunned. She chortled.
Yes, 1595. I'm over four centuries old. I know, I don't look it.
What happened? he asked. She knew what he meant - the registered death.
My mother, like me, was a witch, though a second - two additional powers instead of five. My father, however, was human. She didn't tell him of her pregnancy at first, since she sensed my power and believed me to be witch business. But then he saw her.... he knew about me. He registered my birth in the local church, as normal, but that isn't witch custom. My maternal family magically corrected it.
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