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Chapter 1

Violet eyes stared into violet eyes, wide and unblinking Dark broered, focusing into the flae followed Deep breaths sounded loud in the silent roo under the saht cast a hazy, golden glow around the attic roo from the unscented white candle

Suddenly, Hazel shifted on the hard wood floor, her thighs and curvy hips tingling as blood surged back to the muscles

“Da candle into thejust behind it She took in the soft, broaves tuently curved shoulders The cotton sundress she earing hugged herdown past the spot where her waist nipped in to be tangled in her legs as she sat on the floor cross legged

Hazel sighed at her i her same unusual, violet colored eyes fill with disappointain The sarand back for centuries, the mark of her ancestry Eyes that should tell of the power that resided in her, generations of ic wielders and coven leaders And she could barelythrough the black hills would have done more

Fah her, bitter like acid in herpast the age when most witches come into their power, but not her She had her moments, like that time she accidentally set the shrub in the front lawn on fire Embarrassment filled her at the memory She’d had to call on other members of the coven to come and put it out because she hadn’t been able to, despite how hard she tried

Then there was that incident with the old weepingtree that had sat sentry for hundreds of years by White River Falls She had been so caught up in her own grief after the death of her mother, she hadn’t even noticed at first as she’d thrown herself to the ground under the tree Her eyes blinded by a flood of tears

Until she had felt it, big cold tears splashing on her from above She had looked up to see thetree was actually sobbing, and then it had startedso loud Hazel was sure the people from the next town could hear it Desperate, she had tried to stop it any way she could

Whensords over and over again to try and get it to quiet down But nothing had worked, instead it had just cried harder, flooding the strea knee deep in now rushing water where before had been dry land, trapped there by a sudden flood

Desperate for help, Hazel had cried out, panicking now that the water level was creeping up above her hips, splashing coldly against her stoe before she had even had even finished a shout She tried to pull herself out of the water, but the weight and speed of the flood kept her trapped in place

She had been sure she was going to die, drowned by the tears of a weepingof all the ridiculous things Truly afraid now, and just a little pissed about the absurd situation, she shouted her head off

Just before the water level reached her chin, the water was gone Just…gone As if it never happened except for the soaked clothes leaving wet, dripping trails of icy water as she stumbled back away frorateful that she didn’t run into anyone How could she possibly explain why she was drenched fro day?

There had been a few more times where her poouldelse on fire Yet, at least There’s always tonight, the thought rang unpro off jackhahts It was the su like they did every year With the transration cere fla each witch’s place in the hierarchy

The uardian, Elizabeth Putney, was at the top She had taken over as leader of the coven when Hazel’s own grandmother had died when she was just a baby There had been hopes that Hazel would one day take over, but as the years passed it becaic randmother And that left her smack dab at the very bottom