There’s Something Wrong With The Village

Of course I knew Agatha Harkness. She has been a part of my coven since before I was born, even though we didn’t differ much in years. But our paths had never really crossed.

She was the daughter of Evanora Harkness, leader of the Salemites, and possessed great magic.

And then there was me. I was ordinary at best, and that was giving myself a lot of credit. My magic was medium, if you could even call it that, my looks basic. But worst of all, nature had decided to play a cruel trick on me.

Ever since I was a little girl, pain has been a part of my life. Many days were spent bedridden and when I did go out, it was often accompanied by a cane.



The crossing of our paths changes one night on a full moon...