"I was... just a normal person once." Mira said in a sad soft voice
She was standing in the middle of nowhere evething was dark only she alone was there all alone,Then she begin to speak
"I remember when magic still felt like wonder"
"I was five years old when I first felt it - that warm, golden pulse in my chest when I healed my scraped knee Mama's eyes went wide when she saw the cut seal itself. Papa hushed us both, his calloused hands shaking as he knelt before me"
"Mira, my little star," he whispered, "you must never show this to anyone."
But children are terrible at keeping secrets.
By seven, the other kids called me "witch-spawn" and "curse-child" They'd throw stones that left bruises deeper than the marks on my skin. I'd come home with torn dresses and mud-caked hair, and Mama would hug me so tight I could barely breathe.
"Why do they hate me?" I asked once.
