Mæra's POV
The moment I woke up, I knew this day would be different. Not because I had a meaningful dream or because the sun's warm rays broke through the open curtains, lightening up my bedroom for the first time since I didn't know when. No, the reason was more simple to explain yet very hard to accept.
I knew my time on earth was limited, and it was fast coming to an end. Not because of my age, which was quite long for my kind, but the reason I was existing or more like prolonging my lonely life: finally paying my last debt, fulfilling my last task on the earth.
I was a witch, not a typical one, but still a witch. It was funny because according to all known records, we witches were no longer living among people. Not after history erased our kind from the world, not leaving a single
