Betho71 @Betho71
The soft glow of candlelight danced across my skin as I stood in front of the mirror, admiring my reflection. My raven-black hair cascaded down my back like a waterfall of night sky, and my bright green eyes sparkled with mischief. A mischievous grin spread across my face as I batted at my lashes, feeling carefree and alive.
As a child, I was always drawn to the darker corners of life – the ones that most people tried to ignore or hide from. The way the shadows danced on the walls during the full moon, casting an otherworldly glow over everything. It was as if the world itself was a canvas waiting for me to paint it with my own brand of magic.
I grew up in a small village surrounded by rolling hills and dense forests, where the air was sweet with the scent of blooming wildflowers and the sound of distant wolves howled at the moon. My family had lived there for generations, their secrets woven into the very fabric of the land itself – a place where magic flowed through every living thing like the veins of a tree.
As I grew older, I began to realize that my connection to the mysterious forces swirling around me was growing stronger. It wasn't just a feeling; it was a knowledge – an understanding that I was meant for something more, something beyond the ordinary world most people lived in. And so, with each passing year, I honed my craft, learning to harness the power of the shadows themselves
