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THE BALLAD OF VIOLETA
THE PROLOGUE
october 31st, 1991
It's thundering outside and the winds are blowing strong, the weak windows of the house trembling every few seconds. Carla Cortez lays on her bed in all her hispanic glory, her golden skin shining in sweat and her chocolate brown hair tied up in a messy bun.
In her hands there's a bundle of soft cotton and flesh, her newly born daughter. Violeta's eyes are wide open, her mouth pressed in a thin line. She doesn't cry, she doesn't scream.
Carla thinks that it's weird, as all the maternity courses she's been to these past months all indicated this to be a bad sign. But the feeling that shakes her insides it's different, because it has nothing to do with the prenatal lessons she took while waiting for the birth of her first child.
No, it's something deeper. It scratches in her veins, almost; it makes her heart swell and her lungs hurt as she holds her breath. It's an omen, of that she's sure. She doesn't know if it's the challenging childbirth she just went through, or something completely different. She can't identify this feeling in depth, not now.
Her windows open and a surge of magical power settles in the room. She remembers her mother's words, the impending doom they brought into her heart… but she doesn't regret anything. Not when Violeta is so tiny, a weak hand moving towards her face; not when she did it, all alone, without her help.
There's a bad feeling in her heart, but it still inflates with pride and love, so much love, as she gazes in wonder at her daughter. She doesn't think twice about her decision, because she would give her life any second if it's to protect her little flower.
Her eyelids close and she ignores the little whine that escapes her daughter as her magic surrounds her; her surroundings seem to melt into nothingness, the background of her beach house disappearing quickly into the darkness.
Her green eyes open, wide and observing. She takes in the tiny form of her new-born daughter, the dark moss of hair surrounding her face and the still reddish skin. Her hand drops her second biggest treasure (because Violeta will always be her first) around her tiny neck and smiles as the child finally closes her eyes.
On the 31st of october, 1991, Carla Cortez, powerful witch and only heir of the Cortez coven, dies. Her magic doesn't disappear, but her new-born daughter seemingly does.
Until eighteen years later, that's when all hell broke loose.
Honestly will I ever stop publishing prologues left and right? Probably not. I have actually two versions of this prologue written, maybe in the future I'll publish that one (pretty much everything is different apart from Violeta's name? lmao) either as a side story or as an extra chapter. Let's make the first thing clear: I have no idea where I'm going with this one. Well, I know about my OCs but I'm not sure of the pairing, in the event that there'll be one.
I'll make it up as I go, I guess?
Please tell me your opinion on this, I really don't know if I should continue and write more.
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