Natalie P.O.V
After the morning I had experienced with Raven and Merina, I spent some time looking through some old photo albums hoping the images would spark some forgotten memory that could help me feel something other than this dull ache of depression. Had my life really been that unspectacular? Was regret and deeply buried pain all that I truly felt? I had thought I had been in love before, but those feelings had either completely vanished, or had never been anything close to what they should have been. The only true love had been my mother, and now her memory was tainted. Did I know who she was? Did she even know who she was? I never saw her do magic, so maybe she didn’t know what we were. Was this all down to my grandmother? Great grandmother? How far back could this go? The i
