Seraphina
Ever since I was a little girl, I always knew this day would come. When I watched my mother lure a two-year old girl off into the woods while her mother was focusing too intently on getting her period stains out of her only dress. I was only ten years of age when I watched that poor human woman search the woods frantically for her missing daughter. I watched as her husband left her out of sheer hatred for losing his only child. I watched while she hung herself, choosing an ete. . .
