The World Walkers: Unknown World: Adara: Raining Mushrooms (part 3)

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Even though Adara didn’t have as much to write about she still kept a journal. Back when she was still learning to be a witch she’d write for at least two hours, about the training she was doing or conversations she was having with the other young witches, and she still liked to look back at them occasionally, because she did miss the girls she’d grown up with, even though she couldn’t help thinking they’d all been brainwashed by the covens to accept the murder of sons when it didn’t need to happen. The only reason it did was the fear the witches had that any male might have the ability to see the future.

Before it had happened to her Adara didn’t quite believe that it did. She looked up to the witches who’d raised her, and the rest of the coven, until they made the decision for her that her son was a danger to Raenarin. It was much more likely that he wouldn’t have any magic at all than it was that he would be able to see the future, but it was a tradition from the time of the Witch Queen’s death that they truly thought was the right thing for them to do when a son was born.

Of course that was because they knew the Witch Queen had only had time to prepare for her assassination and get her daughter to safety because of her son’s ability. It didn’t seem to have occurred to them that they could use the male witches in the same way they used the females, but Adara couldn’t help thinking they were worried about something more, something she’d never had a chance to learn about, as she’d walked away from them just after her seventeenth birthday. Her son would have shared her birthday if he’d survived.

Sighing, Adara looked back at the mushroom in her hand. None of them had come from Raenarin. After spending three years studying the flora of her world she knew that for certain. It was something they’d all done, in preparation for the time when they could actually do something with everything they’d learnt, but she’d left before she had a chance, because she was adopted into the coven. Other adopted witches were working to change the rules that they felt discriminated against them, even though she doubted it would do any good, as the witches were too set in their way.

Pushing back everything she felt Adara went back to gathering mushrooms. It was time to let go of her fear, let go of her belief that the witches could find her, and start truly rebuilding her life. She was a trained witch, even though she wasn’t initiated, so she could use the magic she could feel wrapping around her every day, and the first thing she would do was ward her cottage, to make certain they wouldn’t be able to find her. To be honest she was sure they weren’t really all that interested in her, because she’d never been a shooting star, not like the girls they often chose to focus on.

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.