Destruction had not been her path; she had not wished to harm another, but when desperation held her by the throat, the sea witch was out of choices.
Each day, she would visit the stones laid by her kin to remember those they had lost. Years passed this way until one day, she was all that was left. She made a promise to the stones as they looked up at he…
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