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Wither
Celeste hasn’t left her room in days despite the impending war that was to be upon us, the death of Mary has broken her, and there is no way to help her people. Her Aunt was to be the one to teach her the Barrier spell, the spell that could protect them all. The Moon Goddess didn’t see this coming, no one did. Adrian has screwed us all, and I will make him pay. I hope Christophe knows what he has done, how he has put a death sentence over all our heads, including his own.
The sky was dark, as if mourning for its lovely witch that was gone too soon, crying for Celeste who feels defeated. She won't let me comfort her, she has locked our bedroom door, not letting anyone in. She won't eat or sleep, all I know is that our room has been destroyed through her rage. I can picture it
