Scarred

<p><strong>Magic runs strong in me but power isn't enough.</strong></p><p><br></p><p>Magic confers an unnatural beauty on everyone with talent. Everyone except me that is. I'm a witch to be sure. No doubt about my birthright. When I was young Mother hid me away until I was old enough to hold a glamour to conceal my flaws.</p><p><br></p><p>And hold it I did for many a long year until I grew sick of siphoning off that amount of magic on something stupid. I was a valued Coven member. Surely they'd accept me. And my wolfie familiar. All witches have them except most are cats or birds. Something small manageable.</p><p><br></p><p>Eh. Getting off track here. The unpleasant truth was the moment I sloughed my glamour the council held an emergency meeting. The next day I was out on the streets. They booted wolfie along with me.</p><p><br></p><p>No more home. No more sisterhood. Hah. What a joke all those of years of bonhomie turned out to be. If I sound bitter darned right I am. Bitter and moving forward.</p><p><br></p><p>I'll show them if it's the last thing I do.</p>