The infant was magic-less. This, despite her mother being a shapeshifter and her father a pyromancer.
“Leave her in the woods,” said Grandmother Astor.
But, to the scorn of the other Hexen, they raised her.
One by one, her sweet nature and generosity melted hearts.
Her parents were dumbfounded when at twenty-two, she rose the ranks of Hexen to become Prime.
Was she magical, after all?
“No,” she answered her parents. “I’m a planter of good deeds. I learned long ago that I did not need to be magical to wield magic.”
