"Magic wasn't fading. She could still feel it run through her veins. She could still use it and draw power from her ancestors and the lives sacrificed in order to curse her. However, she felt it, a shift in the astral plane. A shift in the air. She could feel it, the rise of another deity, the perversion of pure Magic.
Evil was on the rise once again and the witch had to find a way to put an end to it. Magic wasn't fading, but its purity was in danger, and with the impending danger the rogue witches were, she had to leave Mystic Falls in order to escape them"
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Nëela didn't keep her feelings to herself. her curse made it so that she couldn't hold back lest she wanted to suffer. She usually would let them flow, let her heart speak, and her emotions would never be hidden. Nëela wasn't a liar, and if anything, you could trust a word she said because she would tell you the absolute truth, even when that truth hurt.
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