Una
I walk out of the bathroom in these weird clothes that Kier has brought me. Tight leg hugging things Kier called jeans and a big warm jumper he called a sweatshirt with a hood. My feet feel like they are walking on clouds with these trainer things. He is wearing something very similar this seems to be acceptable clothing now. Such a strange way of dressing in this time.
The last few days have sent my brain into a constant spin, when I look around I can not doubt what Kier tells me, that we are in the twenty first century, almost three hundred years from when I believe I was born but no one can live that long.
My certainty that I am a witch is dwindling, I have no magic, I’ve tried to summon the elements and nothing happens. If that part is not true then I have to doubt everythin
