A young woman who wore a dark green cloak knelt next to the unmarked grave that was once Scarlett''s.


    Though ashes, the girl was able to trace the magic from the dust of human remains.


    She chanted a spell that summoned the dead witch''s magic, which drew into a dark, black crystal. Once the transition was complete, she looked down at the small crystal in her palm before grabbing the chain that was attached to it and wore it around her neck.


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    The girl looked down at the crystal again, very entranced and proud of what she completed.


    Finally, she thought. After all these years, she was finally able to claim the magic as her own.


    Her sister didn''t deserve to hone this magic, she never did.


    She looked down at the pile of ashes that belonged to Scarlett, she smirked and chuckled to herself before turning back into the dark, misty night of the woods.