Story of the Sorceresss

by GoldenGoddess1

*5th Chapter up!* About Senna's mother, the witch Anica. Eh, *sweatdrop* Faithful readers wil have a slight clue as to what the chapter is about. All the rest of you better start from chapter one! ^.^

2. Torn

Story of the Sorceress

By GoldenGoddess

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Author's Note: Wow! Two reviews....^.^ Thank you, Ammi and angelicdevil-can't remember the rest of your name...I'm gonna call you Angie! Oh, and read Know the Knikana to understand who Dameon is. I'm gonna have to up the rating for this. I suddenly thought 'Inferiority complex, regret, shame, self-hate' and Anica is thinking bad thoughts about herself. It gives a little insight into her character and the people that used to be in her life. I finally have her character right, from the little we saw of her in Book 9.

Self updates-I'm writing this with one good arm and a horribly aching right arm. I got shoved in basketball and now it's in a sling.

And I found out that K.A. had books 10 and 12 ghostwritten. *cries*

Hope you like the (short) chapter. On with the fic!

Disclaimer: I don't own Everworld. I wish I did! I'd have Athena be my lawyer and Hestia cook for me and Cerberus and Fenrir be my guard dogs and Hebe be my cupbearer and I would be ruler of all! Anyway, I don't own it nor am I making money from this. So don't sue or I'll have my laundry man Loki destroy you!

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Chapter Two: Torn

I remember.

I sleep, and I dream, and I recall a time that seems so long ago, yet just within my grasp. Close enough so I can see the scars it left me with.

William and Camry. Mama and Dirk. Tom and Steven. Each one of those individuals left my soul bleeding and my heart in pieces on the floor. Of course, of course, I think again and again, who could love you? You're a slut, a ten-dollar whore who didn't even graduate highschool, then slept her way to the highest she could get. That's what I tell myself. And that's what I know. And now I can add two more people to the list, my own children: Dameon and Senna.

I know I don't deserve to live, after all I've done. There is no forgiveness for me. But still, I walk on. Amazing really, the will to live in people. They may hate who they are and what they've done, but gods help them if they're done in this world. Suicide is for cowards. And though I've done many a wrong in my life, I'd never end it.

The land. I should concentrate on that. Better than wallowing in my own self-pity.

We are still in Egypt, I think, but the terrain is becoming a little greener, and redwoods are visible in the distance. Mountains, too, peaks still white with snow, but I could barely see them. The gurgle of a river, the low trill of a bird, a flash of red dissappearing beneath a bush....

Leaving a ruined Egypt to enter a young America.