From a simple to an uncommon life

Please be advised: That most of the images that are attached this book are not mine. They are images that are as close as I can find to the images I see in my head when I describe a scene. I am only using them for now in order to assist my readers with a visual aid. It is my hope to either create or find someone to create a true visual of what I am trying to describe.

The above picture is as close to their grandfather as I can imagine.

A feminine voice begins to narrate in a soothing and pleasant voice:

I sit on a comfy cushion that lies on the wooden floor of my grandfather's old cabin by the lake. We listen intensely as my grandfather tells us a wondrous tale filled with magic, adventure and impressive acts of bravery. My siblings and I have always been filled with aw whenever he tells these tales. He always makes them sound so believable... I think that my brothers may have been just a little jealous of us sisters. We were always the heroines of his stories. In fact, the story that he tells now is no different. All of the sisters of six as he likes to call us are extremely powerful good witches. We can each do spells, incantations and potions just like all the other witches that are out there. However, unlike other witches each girl has a power that is uniquely their own. We use our powers to help and protect others. We fight bad magics and the people love us for all that we do. Can you really blame me for loving these stories? As my grandfather finishes his tale, he slows his rocking in the old wooden chair that my grandmother had made long before any of us were born and gives us a knowing smile. Then he rises from his chair with his long robes flowing at his feet. He always seems so tall. Then again that could also be because we are so small.

Alright girls and boys it's time to go. He speaks

Where are we going grandpa? I asked

We are going into town I have some supplies that I must stock up on. He speaks

We rose from our places on the floor to follow him outside and he helped each of us into the wagon. We traveled along the bumpy dirt road giggling as each bump bounces us into the air. It seemed like a long journey for us kids and it wasn't long before some of us started to misbehave as siblings often do. Grandpa had to pull over several times to get us to behave. When we finally made it into town Grandpa parked the wagon outside of Gabriel's herbs and spices shop. I may never understand why he always traveled so far just to get those seasonings when he could have just had his own little garden in his yard right next to his cottage.

Author's Notes:

I know that this is short, but it is an important memory that effects what is to come.

(Please do not take offence... I am simply attempting to protect my work)

This book, the characters and the storyline are mine. This has been growing in my head since I was in elementary school. I have made several attempts to bring my vision to life and I would make progress. Then something would happen, and I would lose it all. This story means so much to me. I am glad that I finally found 抖阴社区 and have another chance to write what has been building inside me for so long. So please do not take it. It is not yours. If you are inspired by and wish to talk about one of my characters or have questions about the storyline. Please contact me. Other writers have inspired me and the idea of me to have inspired another writer is very flattering.

Reminder:

1. This is currently a very ruff draft. There will be some errors in grammar, and I may make some changes. After I am finished, I will go back and try to correct any errors in grammar that I have made. Please let me know if you see any.

2. Please comment and vote. Your comments can help inspire me and both your comments and votes can increase the possibility of my story being read by more people; but please be kind. There is no need to be hateful towards each other.

3. Please remember that while you may be enjoying the story and may like for the storyline to go a certain way. This has been my vision for a very long time. I feel the need to release what I have had pent up inside. I can only let it out in a way that feels right to me.