On the other hand, the first warlock was made from the soil from that same garden. They came later. At first everything was good, the witches and warlocks lived in harmony. But one got greedy, as the allure forest was frozen by a warlock the witches got bitter. It was them who came first, yet the warlock held power.
Warlocks can produce heirs while witches have to wait for a thousand years to get one offspring. The fear of losing their territory to warlocks, as they grew stronger with each passing generation.
In the end, it just led to the infamous blood moon. Every blood moon, a hundred of the warlocks were massacred changing the course of Cytherea. The draft between the Witches and Warlocks grew deeper than it could ever be filled.
"Wrong sheep?" Sia huffed, throwing daggers at him with her gaze. How can he say that after using her to the fullest?
"You son of a b-" Sia cursed out, gritting her teeth, hitting his chest.
