The witch was standing by the bowler hat stirring something and enchanting an ominous spell. Her hands were shaking with excitement and anticipation. When everything was ready, the witch poured the thick mass into small jars, continuing to whisper. She was preparing for revenge.
Everything was thought through and taken into account. For many years she weaved a web, in which now she wanted to catch everyone who once hurt her. They convinced her that there was no other way out, but that ceremony of lycanthropy changed a lot in the world.
In the past, she didn't want to believe that everything could be predetermined, but for some strange reason, everything turned out according to the worst possible scenario. Earth disappeared from under her feet when she learned about the death of her daughter. All the leaders of the werewolf clans died as well. She decided that the only right thing to do is to hide from werewolves and people to indulge in her grief and make a plan for revenge. The witch understood perfectly well that even wolves have their own limit of pursuit...
Time passed forward, erasing the memories of the existence of the witch from both humans and werewolves. Perhaps it was thanks to that the witch managed to conceal her presence from everyone with a city that was slowly growing. It just so happened that her energy merged with that of the growing city so that they became almost one. All this time, the city was protecting the witch, and she was watching over it. But now was time to get out of the shadows and make the gears turn.
The witch went out onto the balcony and turned to the moon. She knew she wouldn't be seen. The moon was already preparing to hide in the clouds but hearing the appeal of a woman, she remained in her silvery appearance and fulfilled the witches' request. The moon showed the witch who she wanted to see. Perhaps it was the choice of the moon that changed the life of this person and all his descendants.
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