"It all began with the witches," Enkil began slowly.
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"The red haired twins."
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Find or help...Akasha...He honestly had no idea how to answer that so settled for telling the entire story instead. An hour later he fell silent, raising his dark eyes to Bonny's face, dark skinned, yet not Egyptian. Her countenance tugged at his mind, reminding him of some savages with whom they had once traded...before everything had changed. But she was no savage, and did she not claim to be a witch as well? This gave him hope along with trepidation. He knew he was treading on risky ground here, ground that had burned him before and in some ways he felt less ignorant and in some ways, if not more ignorant, at least more lost within this huge world full of strangeness in which he certainly did not rule anything now.
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He waited, hoping she would not find him and his story to be lacking and as such completely mad.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed. I get along with the voices inside of my head.
Kat