I knew that my village hated me, but I didn’t think they would take it as far as to sacrifice me. Over the past seven generations, every twenty to thirty or so years the Alpha Kings bloodline declares it needs a witch. That witch never comes back, and no one knows what happened to them. The thought made me anxious, I was sure I was going to get killed, I was a useless witch after all. Of course though I wasn’t the only witch in my family to be doomed, for multiple generations almost like we were cursed each member had been born with little to no magic energy. I looked down at my hands, they were pale, my fingernails were clipped, and I had multiple scars across the palms of my hands try to do spells. No of them worked, no of them at all. So again, I shouldn’t be too surprised that the village would want to send me away. They were probably trying to stop my bloodline from continuing. I had no siblings, I had no parents. Orphaned from a young age, when my father and mother took m
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