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People had said she was a witch. People talked; that is what people do. People talk, and others listen. So when the rumors about the witch of 5th Avenue reached the ears of a small child, she had no choice but to stop and listen. They said she was short; not physically, but in her mannerisms. She was quick, brash, but she knew everything you could ever need to know about magic. She had herbs and teas and jewelry. She had a small garden in the back of her home where she picked her the greens needed for her recipes. Everything from fruits to vegetables to herbs was back there. That was what caught her attention, actually. Kenzie had been sitt

Seven hundred years was a long time. She had seen families grow up, old, and apart. She'd had her own family torn apart. She had seen countries rise and fall. When it was time, she had left her native France, left her garden and the memories of her mother, to journey to the "New World" she had heard so many rumors about. There, she'd watched colonies grow, come together to form a nation. She had watched as people who were there long before she and hers had arrived were run out of their homes. She had walked with the leaders of the Natives and aided them in burying their dead. When all the Natives were gone, she had moved once again, this tim

The night was calm with a mother's love. Titania stood in the center of a circle of her children, the latest addition to their family held tightly to her breast. The boy was young, no more than two, with skin the same shade as the trees that surrounded them, a stark contrast to her ivory flesh. But that did not matter to the Faerie Queen. Neither did the human blood that pulsed through his veins or the children that danced around her. He was a member of her family. He was a child, and one to be celebrated. But as the children danced, the woods darkened, clouds moving to block the moonlight from their clearing. Thunder crackled once, loud en