Believe
Summary: She had once believed in magic- now it no longer exists in her mind. Double-Drabble.
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At age six she believed in magic, and unicorns and princess in far away castles, waiting for a prince too come. She believed that witches and wizards roamed among the non-magic people and that one day she would discover she was a witch too. She dreamed herself a princess with the pumpkin carriage and white horses. At age six she believed.
At age eleven she got her chance to prove that she was a witch. At age eleven, there was the possibility that magic existed and that she was just a small part of its glory. She dreamed of the letter born by owls- a letter she never received. Still, at age eleven she had believed.
At age sixteen she wondered if it was all just an elaborate dream, a beautiful lie. She wished, hoped and waited, but she never learned the truth about magic's existence. She questioned her faith in fairytales and bedtime stories she once read. She knew magic had to exist, but it was too painful to assume, while realizing she would never be apart of it. Yet still, at age sixteen she believed.
At age twenty-one, fifteen long years later, she had forgotten how to believe.
