The Seven Feather's

by babyjocelyn

Little Naomi was given six special powers from her mother the day she was born. It took her mother's life, but it was something she wanted for her daughter. It is Naomi's job to find what her seventh power is. She has until her eighteenth birthday to discover what it is. She has a long empowering journey discovering the world, and more importantly, herself.

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"Naomi" Zyla said. "Her name will be Naomi." Zyla, a witch, gave birth to her baby girl. "Yes sister." Zelma said. They were in a dark room with candles surrounding Zyla in a circle. She herd the crying of her baby. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Zelma asked. " certain." Zyla said in a firm voice. "Sisters come!" Zelma yelled to the other witches. All the witches surrounded and held hands as they started to say the spell. Zyla wanted to die. She wanted her daughter to have her seven powers. They turned Zyla to her stomach were her back was facing them. They ripped her shirt off and there stood a tattoo that covered her back, from her tail bone, to her neck. It had the seven feathers, the color of midnight blue that said her seven powers in black. It had dots around the feathers that were a plum purple and a design that had long black leaves extending off the stems. "Seven powers, seven feathers, from our lady, to her dear baby. The witches said over and over again. The tattoo markings started to move off the mother. It rose in midair and got placed on babies small back adjusting to her size. The baby started crying in pain. " you will have the power of beauty." Zelma started to say. Then a feather started to grow with the words "beauty" printing on the young babies back. Zelma continued her ritual. "You will have Bravery, Love, Peace, Faith, and wisdom." Those words printed on her back along with their matching feathers. "Only you can discover your seventh feather. Who you are growing up, will represent your Seventh Feather. On your eighteenth birthday, you will be gifted your last feather. Your true, last gift. From us to you, we present you as ours, Naomi" As Zelma finished saying her words, the other witches sprinkled their powers at the baby girl, Naomi.