It started suddenly, a spark of Light at the end of surprised fingertips. Magic that fell from scared, and angry lips to save themselves. Wolves howling at the Moon, stirring something deep, ancient, almost forgotten… 

The moonlight gave way to those who the day before thought they didn’t belong, extras, leftovers from a long gone era–finding they knew where to set their feet again. Pockets of panic followed soon after, it was unknown, it was different, it was so sudden…but was it? Those scared now, had been warned, had laughed at the ones who believed, who spoke of faes, cauldrons, and broomsticks in the present, in the future, and in the past only as a reminder, not a memory to be forgotten. 

It started suddenly, a spark on the end of waiting fingertips. Magic that varied, and reflected like the spectrum of overall light, the variety of life, like grains of sand, to start another cycle.

Next Chapter: Unburned Witch(es)