Calypso’s world felt like it was crashing; her heart dropped as Cassandra’s words slowly sank into her mind. Finding out that the title she had rejected for so many years was true was a massive blow to her pride.
“Oh my, you don’t seem very happy. I take it you were hoping for a different answer?”
“Of course I'm not happy,” Calypso said, pulling her hands away from Cassandra’s, “You wouldn’t be either if you’d been through what I’ve been through.”
Cassandra smiled, “I have a vague idea.”
Calypso did not want to accept the news; her heart refused even to entertain the idea of her being an actual witch. For so many years, she believed that she was being unjustly punished for a crime she did not commit and that someday someone would find the real perpetrator. If she truly was a witch, it
