Natalie P.O.V
It had been a month since I arrived at the Coven, and I’d been working hard. Up at the crack of dawn learning to weave frost and mist, and into the night manipulating fire and smoke. Inbetween, I had grown crops, bent water, studied books and totems from witches past, and learned all I could about my heritage. It seems I am that which Raven assumed I was, a spirit witch. Turns out there haven’t been many like me, not for hundreds of years; not even my mother was one, but fate had chosen me to be the bodily vessel of our purest magic. I was able to manipulate all four elements. Fire. Water. Earth. Air; and also a very neat trick; commune with spirits. I still don’t fully understand how, or what that means, but it was something I was going to have to study further with guid
