The Witch’s Memory part seven (recap)

Her father’s eyes took on a distant haze
She found herself lost in them just like a maze
The world held its breath right with her
“Remember what Jaspeak and his bride were
That was their past long behind
A shred of who they were you cannot find
They were tainted that much is true
But that my dear has nothing to do with you
You my dear are a new spring bloom
Not predestined to their doom
You were not made in darkness and blight
But rather to show the world the light
Jaspeak at one point was truly great
That greatness is what I see for your fate.”
The little girl gave her father a hug
One tear soaked and oh so snug
He picked her up and carried her
Inside the home where Mother waited with dinner
And as they partook of meat and bread
Not stopping until they were well fed
Despicable plotting was amiss
Plotting that would forever end scenes like this
Time passed by, days turned to months, months into years
And the time did little to quell the fears
Jaspeak felt that long lost day
When she listened to what her father had to say
Now she was a lovely lady of sixteen
Her hair shimmered with a dark sheen
Eyes of violet sparkled dazzling in the sun
And when she smiled the day truly had begun
She was the loveliest lady in the village for sure
Wickedly sharp and so much more
She could conjure a spell with barely a wink
Impossible things one could hardly think
No spell however was as wicked and cold
As the one she could place over one’s heart and soul
A look from her would make your heart prance
Making the boys in the village take their chance
At winning the heart of a girl so fair
A challenge her father could hardly bear
Each day he expelled a weary groan
Begging the boys to leave her alone
But their persistence would grow of this he knew
For her beauty was alluring and her heart was true
Thankfully Jaspeak went on without much notice
Choosing instead to simply focus
On her studies of the power of magic
To cure what ailed a land so sick
Still purging out the darkness caused by her lineage
Her family’s name she pursued to salvage
At this time she was running home
As she did her father let out a groan
Having an idea already lodged in his head
And wondering if it was too late to fate her a quiet book lover instead
An ambitious tyke she would always be

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NaNoWriMo Day 29

 “The one thing I try to do with everything I write is open people’s eyes to those they normally ignore or dismiss. To make people aware of the “other” side of things. That someone’s circumstances may not be what you think they are or what they show to the world.”

-Sherrilyn Kenyon

NaNoWriMo Day 10

“Everybody wants to feel that you’re writing to a certain demographic because that’s good business, but I’ve never done that … I tried to write stories that would interest me. I’d say, what would I like to read?… I don’t think you can do your best work if you’re writing for somebody else, because you never know what that somebody else really thinks or wants.”

-Stan Lee