Brielle POV
"Who are you?" Isabella's words kept ringing in my head, playing on repeat.
I was a goddess or I was supposed to be. I was now stuck in the body of a witch. I look at my face in the mirror and I sighed. I wonder how it would be to be little miss perfect chosen one, Isabella...My sister creation. I hate her so much. You see, it all started billions of years ago. We were born one and got split into half; Celeste and Selene... My sister or should I say my other half...got the light and the gift of creation and I got the dark and the gift of destruction. I was the black sheep, the one who could never get it right and now all I wanted was to prove to my sister that she was the one who was all wrong, starting with her little creations.
"Join me Isabella!" I told her, not being com
