We have all lived a dream where magical creatures are present, walking among us and bringing challenges and emotions to our quiet lives.
Maya is a 25-year-old psychology student who is no exception to this idea. With sun-kissed skin from her years in Brazil, long, dark hair cascading like waves over her shoulders, and green eyes that shone with intensity, Maya radiated vitality and warmth. Her face was soft and expressive, with a unique beauty, a blend of fragility, strength, and power that surrounded her. Although she was considered too old to dream of magical creatures, Maya had always been interested in ancient stories and legends—witches, werewolves, vampires, and other tales that seemed silly and meant to scare children. She dreamed of a world filled with fairies, where things would start to make sense to her, a place where she could feel at home and free.
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Since her adoption at the age of four, Maya lived in a small town in Brazil, where her life was marked by a sense of solitude. She did not know her biological parents, and the questions about her origins were always present, echoing in her mind like shadows that never faded. Of course, she felt loved; her adoptive family showed affection in their own way. Still, there was a void within her that seemed to cry out to be filled, a yearning to feel free.
As she grew, Maya began to perceive that something made her different from other people. By the age of sixteen, inexplicable events started to occur in her life—mysterious fires, floating objects, thunderous sounds with no source, and a really strong intuition, along with dreams that until then seemed to be meaningless. Although she tried to hide these occurrences, her adoptive family noticed and began to question Maya's roots and what could be behind her peculiar nature.
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Maya had traveled with a college group to New Orleans, where she discovered her true identity as a witch in a quiet part of the city. She recalled walking through a dark alley and hearing a feminine voice calling out to her: "You have our blood," the voice said, "You are a witch and should not be in this city. There are many dangers for people like us here! Go away!" Naturally, Maya was frightened, but the revelation hit her like a ray of light in the darkness. She had read many things about witches over the years, and to be honest, although it seemed like a joke, it made sense, and something took hold of her—a light, a warmth that cried out to be discovered. After the trip, Maya returned and spoke with her parents, discovering that her hometown was indeed New Orleans and that she had been taken to Brazil, although she remembered nothing.
In a decision filled with fear, insecurities, desires, and a yearning to understand what it meant to be a witch, Maya decided to move to New Orleans, where she envisioned a new chapter, a space to free herself from the bonds of her past and explore the magic within her. She was eager to learn more about her origins but was unaware that she was also about to become part of something greater, on the brink of discovering that love and hatred could coexist and that those who were meant to protect her were, in fact, responsible for the destruction of her family, and they wanted to finish the job.
Is she prepared for everything that will come?