28. Daida's POV
When I was ten years old, I watched as wolves came to our coven and killed everyone.
They had special totems that deflected any magic that was thrown at them.
My mother hid me in a very big pot that she used to store herbs in and hid it in the kitchen.
When the wolves entered the kitchen looking for any survivors, they opened that big pot and only saw herbs.
That was the first time I was happy that I was small bodied and a witch. Mother had used magic to hide me.
At that time, I didn't understand what was happening and why it would happen.
I didn't understand why one race would chose to annihilate another race.
After the m******e and after the wolves left, I stayed in the pot as my mom had asked me.
I was waiting for her to come for me but she never came.
I couldn
