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158 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2023
I am tired of fighting off the voice of reason inside my head; that voice that only gets louder with every abuse of power I have suffered at the hands of those who I have sworn to serve and protect. How can I turn a blind eye to the obvious truth staring at me right in the face? They don't care; to them, we are the means to an end. Monsters that have been tamed to obey their every command, never retaliating. Never making them pay the price for their horrid actions.
But I've been taught the ways of Nyx, our Goddess of the Night. Our Mother. Breaking through the chains that tie me to a righteous path seems like an impossible feat, no matter the soul-crushing events that have taken place in my life.
Giving up, I pray. I reach out out her, wondering how she can allow this. The path of light is nowhere near in sight, and the more I try to stay focused, the more I lose myself along the way. Have I not proven my loyalty enough? How much more do I have to endure before I snap?
Your prayers aren't getting you anywhere, stop being so pathetic.
And just like any other time I've begged for a sign of a higher power, I am only met with silence, the heavy reality of my loneliness weighing on my heart...
A good witch? That's all I have ever been allowed to be. Good at taking orders. good at accepting the truths the Coven imposed on all its disciples. Good at keeping my mouth shut. Good at never retaliating against the most heinous of crimes. Good at this, good at that. And for what?
My patience is running low, to the point where all I can see are flames...
Can evil serve a purpose? Can the path of darkness be the other side of a coin I never knew existed? Perhaps it's time to tip the balance and use my powers for something that actually matters.
I am no longer the woman who once found solace in these small rituals; the woman who made the best out of her circumstances; perhaps it was all influenced by the spell that shaped my personality growing up, but placing the blame on something other than myself doesn't soothe my frustration.
I have to be reborn through fire and blood, transformed into a being of vengeance and wrath without mortal nuisances holding me back.
Gazing into the depths of the water, I tap into everything I learned as , then proceed to whisper an enchantment, a vow to the moon and to myself. "From the ashes of my old skin, I rise; a terror in the night to those who know no fear. I'll be the injustice they crave, a cruel blade cutting through their existence until the earth forgets they were ever there. I'll remain a constant barrier of protection to those in need, for as long as the moon shines upon these lands. Unchanging. Unbreakable."
"How many more need to suffer the same fate for you to realise this is not okay? How many more of us need to perish at the hands of humans for you to wake up to the sad reality that you're no more than a slave? How many times do you need to be stripped of your right to decide over your own body to put an end to your misery? Do something, Raven."

