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"Can you make magic?" A young girl had asked Kikyo once, her brown eyes shinning with awe and curiosity.
Surprised by the random question, she didn't reply immediately. She took a moment to question herself.
Could she really do magic?
Was it even possible to do magic?
"No child. I am a priestess, I use holy power. I do not make magic." She had replied, choosing her words carefully as to not sadden the young child.
Failing miserably, the young girl had sniffed a couple of times before letting out a small 'kay and running off. Kikyo watched silently as the small figure disappeared into the clearing.
There was a big difference between magicians and shrine priestesses. Magicians lied and deceived while priestesses healed and protected. But she couldn't of told the girl that, she would of probably ruined her innocent view on magicians. She had done enough by making her cry.
But there is a doubt in her mind, now that she is a corpses fueled by hatred and revenge. She wasn't holy anymore that was certain. She was now known to some villagers as the dark priestess. Did that mean she could make magic, black magic?
In conclusion it was true. She was a magician know, lying and deceiving her way into acceptance.
Yes child. I can make magic
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