My name is Esmeralda Freedman. I'm sixteen, single, and a witch. I can move things with my mind, cast spells, and clone myself. When I was eight a demon took away my memory, through me into an orphanage, how cliché, so I couldn't find my parents and my heritage. They didn't count on Guinevere, my Angel. She took me in a year after I was dumped at that hell hole. Then I was nine. I had only telekinesis. Now I am sixteen, and I am much more powerful. There is no one like me. Or at least that's what I thought. Until he came, Stanley Worthington, he called himself. But he wore the name like a jacket, something he could take on and off, temporary. Not the real him.
So, this is my first fanfic on . I've done some things on Wattpad, but that's pretty much it in terms of showcasing. Tell me what you think.