[Witch's The Cursed Circle 02] • Arcane Witch's Powers · Short Stories - Witch's Cursed Circle Series

The peace of the morning felt unfair.

I can hear the birds chirping as they flap their wings around the old apple tree standing in the mansion’s backyard.

The lush blue rose garden just a little distance away from the ragged tree had been the only distracting thing as I sat by the enormous window of the bedroom. I took the liberty of tying back the thick red velvet curtains, setting them aside to give me a view of the outside.

I wish the wind could sweep me clean of the void that has been filling my chest since I woke up, haunted by the memories of yesterday. I still am not sure what counts as memories in a brain manipulated by magic, but whatever my thoughts were, they were dark and heavy.

The sun is at its highest, shining brightly, bathing the forest behind the Penrhyn Mansion with its light.

I suppose my little forest fire was just a joke to you, huh?

And what about the part of me falling to my death?

Apparently, that wasn’t the first time I got a cheek-to-cheek greeting with the grim reaper.