I slip into the arms of a wrinkled woman, newly born, uniquely aware. Shadows blur sight. I cannot breathe. Gasp. Kick.
“This one, she is strong,” an old woman says, “though she comes early. You wise to seek my help.”
“Thank you, Laruna,” my mother says.
I struggle against shadows.
The old woman gapes at me. “She has violet eyes. God Aru, I beg you, forgive me.” She shoves me into my mother’s arms and backs away in horror. “You created Enchantress.”
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