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The awakening of the miserable witch

Soaring through the starry night, suspended dim lightings shines from above.  
 
Piercing through the heavy cold breeze was a girl riding her broom.
 
Clad in a black robe, it did not reflect the upcoming light but consumed it.
 
Her wavering long hair within the reach of the blue moon. However, was tainted by the velvet red color, it lustered like blood. 
 
Tracing it, there was an arrow struck onto her shoulder. 
 
The girl's face grew complexion and pale as she strides in the air, though it was cold, she was panting heavily like a dog, gasping for air, but it was hard to breathe due to the thin cold air, her sweat drips profusely. 
 
"How could this happen?" asked the girl,  her voice is hoarse, knowing it is dry, it only inflicted pain to herself. 
 
Blurry vision, shivering hands, the broom starts to tremble and fall. 
 
Losing the strength to grip tightly, she lays down to her broom. 
 
She starts to cry, muttering her loved ones, saying goodbye to her precious memories. 
 
She had lost in despair, and without registering it to her mind, she strides onto the forest, the trees and bushes were luckily avoided. Still, she had crash-landed. 
 
Body first,  the broom broke and the front of it,  twisted and impaled at her left breast. Straight to her heart, the pain went away so as her consciousness. 
 
"I cursed those beings bringing death to me. I hope you shall die a painful death" Her last breath for her last words 
 
Her death without pain, she was blessed by it, rather than having a painful death. 
 
 
 
 
…. 
 
  
Upon then, she woke up and rose above the bloody carcass, claded in blood, bounded in fetor as well as confused by what should be her demise. 
 
She looks around, only to sight a sea of blood. Knowing it was hers, she shivered. Knowing the functions of her body was well. She breathes in relieved. 
 
Looking to her limbs and torso, it was healed so as her robe as if nothing had happened. 
 
She glared at the empty space,  hatred and anger grew unknowingly 
For she was reborn to spread death to all beings.
Written by Ashtal_Leb_Azure
Published | Edited 19th Aug 2019
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