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Once, when she was very small, Antonia Oberon discovered magic. Now, it was not your ordinary sort of magic, with wands and incantations. No, this magic was something much, much more ancient.

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Happy writing, y'all!

Once, when she was very small, Antonia Oberon discovered magic. Now, it was not your ordinary sort of magic, with wands and incantations. No, this magic was something much, much more ancient.

Not only was this magic ancient, it was also dangerous. Because this magic was drawn straight from the core of the witch. With every spell that Antonia cast, a small part of her faded away. But as more and more of the young girl faded, her magic grew more and more powerful. Though Antonia didn't want to fade away into nothingness, oblivion, she also didn't want to stop her magic. You see, the magic was addicting. Once you start using it, it's nearly impossible to stop.

Once, when she was very small, Antonia Oberon discovered magic. Now, it was not your ordinary sort of magic, with wands and incantations. No, this magic was something much, much more ancient.

Not only was this magic ancient, it was also dangerous. Because this magic was drawn straight from the core of the witch. With every spell that Antonia cast, a small part of her faded away. But as more and more of the young girl faded, her magic grew more and more powerful. Though Antonia didn't want to fade away into nothingness, oblivion, she also didn't want to stop her magic. You see, the magic was addicting. Once you start using it, it's nearly impossible to stop.

At first, when she was young, Antonia had considered this a small price to pay. For does someone else not die with every tick of the clock that goes past? Antonia used to sit in the attic and watch the old grandfather clock - tick, tock, tick, tock... each one of those ticks another person dead, one for each person who has ever walked on the planet, and - eventually - one for her, too. Until recently, this wasn't a thing Antonia felt she could shy away from; it was the rhythm of life. But one day, when the girl reached her early teens and half her life had ebbed away, she met an ancient, wizened man in a marketplace, thought of what it must be to grow old, and from that day Antonia changed.

Once, when she was very small, Antonia Oberon discovered magic. Now, it was not your ordinary sort of magic, with wands and incantations. No, this magic was something much, much more ancient.

Not only was this magic ancient, it was also dangerous. Because this magic was drawn straight from the core of the witch. With every spell that Antonia cast, a small part of her faded away. But as more and more of the young girl faded, her magic grew more and more powerful. Though Antonia didn't want to fade away into nothingness, oblivion, she also didn't want to stop her magic. You see, the magic was addicting. Once you start using it, it's nearly impossible to stop.

At first, when she was young, Antonia had considered this a small price to pay. For does someone else not die with every tick of the clock that goes past? Antonia used to sit in the attic and watch the old grandfather clock - tick, tock, tick, tock... each one of those ticks another person dead, one for each person who has ever walked on the planet, and - eventually - one for her, too. Until recently, this wasn't a thing Antonia felt she could shy away from; it was the rhythm of life. But one day, when the girl reached her early teens and half her life had ebbed away, she met an ancient, wizened man in a marketplace, thought of what it must be to grow old, and from that day Antonia changed.

Antonia no longer wanted for the power when she was not using it. Slowly, the addiction faded, and with every passing day, she thought more and more about her encounter with the old man. He had shown her the expanse of what she would miss if she continued to use her destructive power, and all the good deeds she could do even without it. Despite this, she could not fathom what she could achieve without power, having used it for every little thing throughout her life — she could barely wash her dirty dishes on her own.

Once, when she was very small, Antonia Oberon discovered magic. Now, it was not your ordinary sort of magic, with wands and incantations. No, this magic was something much, much more ancient.

Not only was this magic ancient, it was also dangerous. Because this magic was drawn straight from the core of the witch. With every spell that Antonia cast, a small part of her faded away. But as more and more of the young girl faded, her magic grew more and more powerful. Though Antonia didn't want to fade away into nothingness, oblivion, she also didn't want to stop her magic. You see, the magic was addicting. Once you start using it, it's nearly impossible to stop.
At first, when she was young, Antonia had considered this a small price to pay. For does someone else not die with every tick of the clock that goes past? Antonia used to sit in the attic and watch the old grandfather clock - tick, tock, tick, tock... each one of those ticks another person dead, one for each person who has ever walked on the planet, and - eventually - one for her, too. Until recently, this wasn't a thing Antonia felt she could shy away from; it was the rhythm of life. But one day, when the girl reached her early teens and half her life had ebbed away, she met an ancient, wizened man in a marketplace, thought of what it must be to grow old, and from that day Antonia changed.

Antonia no longer wanted for the power when she was not using it. Slowly, the addiction faded, and with every passing day, she thought more and more about her encounter with the old man. He had shown her the expanse of what she would miss if she continued to use her destructive power, and all the good deeds she could do even without it. Despite this, she could not fathom what she could achieve without power, having used it for every little thing throughout her life — she could barely wash her dirty dishes on her own.

But she took up the task, slowing ebbing away from the want to use to magic that dwelled inside her. She learned to live without it. True, it was hard and her hand quickly grew calloused, but she was no longer killing herself with each chore and task she performed. Antonia grew to like this new life, and as the want to perform magic left her, her beauty grew. For the magic wasn't only draining her life, it was draining her beauty too.

Prompt #3

For this prompt, I am not going to give you directions. All I'm giving you is a poem, Caged Bird, by Maya Angelou. Just read this poem and write whatever comes to your mind afterwards. Think about your emotions, the world around you, and how you're feeling as you write. There is no right or wrong. It can be a poem, story, prose, or even a letter. It doesn't even have to do with the poem Caged Bird. It's all completely, 100% up to you! On your marks, get set, write!

Wow, that was amazing, @Bailey Glade! I especially liked, "even if it was only for a moment," and "for if you were caged/you would understand." Fantastic job!

Calypso Starling wrote: 22 Mar 2021, 19:49

Wow, that was amazing, @Bailey Glade! I especially liked, "even if it was only for a moment," and "for if you were caged/you would understand." Fantastic job!

Thanks! I really took Ashley's advice and just let the words flow! I am glad you liked it!