Warnings: abuse.
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Peace.

To the rare slither of people in this world that found it. Be thankful for the life you have.

  Born into a penniless family. Mya Jones had a sorrowful life. On a mournful October, her mother had passed. Subsequently, Mya's family fell into a deeper despair.

  Her father would always come home stoned and broken. She would never understand why she got new bruises and cuts skin deep everyday even if it was never her fault her mother died, but her father didn't care, all he needed was someone to blame it on.

Peace.

Would she ever find it?

  Not long after that, Mya's dad got tired of her and sold her off to a richer family as a slave for cash. She wasn't all that surprised really,it was bound to happen, sooner or later. Her life never got better from then on.

  The family she got sold to was cold and cruel. The always busied her with insignificant task. Teasing her at dinner with the full meals she was never allowed to eat. On some nights, she would sneak into the courtyard and watch the stars. It was her favourite thing to do, it comforted her, knowing that someone else is probably looking up at the stars as well.

  After years of anguish, tear stained pillows, sleepless nights, and abuse from her slave holders, Mya was bound to break one day. And that day finally came, after 5 years, on the day she turned 14, she realized she could change her life.

  Following a black crow she had befriended, she ran away. The little crow flew all night leading her to a small cottage nearing the outskirts of town. She was surprised to see anyone even lived this far, but in that moment she couldn't care less, she had found shelter.

She knocked on small oak door, which seem to have been carefully carved out.

Once. No answer.

Twice. Still nothing.

Maybe third time's the charm? Alas, it seemed nobody was there.

  Mya slowly started walking away. Creak. Mya froze. Turning around, she saw a young witch at the door. Long hair flowing down to her hips.

  The witch smiled, welcoming her into the cozy cottage. As the crow curled up at her feet, the witch told Mya that she knew all about her suffering, sending the crow to help her find a way to safety, to the cottage.

  The witch was known by the name Candice, a crystal witch.

  After that day, Candice protected Mya as if she were her own and thought her how to use crystals, mainly in a form of defence. Mya also took an interest in zodiac because of her love for the stars. Being a Capricorn, she would always try and live up to being ambitious, and she did, always practicing her crystal magic and occasionally discovering new crystals.

Peace.

Mya had finally found hers.

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Saturday, 26th October

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