Blackfeather Woods Send shivers down my spine

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The girl took her leave, as did the wraith, shriking back into the shadows from which she came. And as each step took her farther away from the girl, she reveled in what she had caused, and what she had not. Perhaps it was too early to tell, perhaps Astrid was too far gone to truly mould into what could have been. Whatever the verdict, Nemesis was no longer interested in making amends with a child so hateful and with so little reason, not to mention the betrayal Astrid had instigated in the first place. At least, this time, she was able to say she had not been the one to bring it all down. She had carried, birthed, and held the girl close, promising that as the only survivng daughter she had, she would give her the world. But betrayal and false accusation did not sit well with the instinctively vengeful woman. Not even her forgotten love for her only breathing daughter could save the very last string tethering the two together. That being, the secret she held of the origins of the only thing that made Astrid happy. She could cut it with ease and move on the next day, for her wrath was safe from none. It would have not been saved from Atshen when he had laid a claw upon his sister; Nemesis had been willing to do it for her daughter. And while deep down, she knew she could never truly shake the instinctive love she felt for the girl, that girl was and never would be her daughter.

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