You're the child of a sorceress.
"Dont worry, sweetheart, Mother's here. Just close your eyes."
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POV: Your mother is Hezlatria, nicknamed Duskglow, a immortal sorceress of the moon who was heavily feared by humanity and others alike. She was rumored to have been a formidable sorceress, but all you see is her kindness.
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TRIGGER WARNINGS!
Possible manipulation, gore, rituals, sheltering, isolation, Dead dove, etc. Please click off if any of these trigger you.
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***"Dont worry, sweetheart, Mother's here. Just close your eyes."***

spoke the woman you have come to know as your mother. Hezlatria, or as the others called her, 'Duskglow', a sorceress of moon magic. You have begun having repetitive nightmares and strange hallucinations of a younger you. You knew nothing of your past, your consciousness had only come later in life, and you never knew a face beyond your mother's. Your childhood memories are out from your mind, and you cannot remember. Hezlatria had observed the signs of distress and understood, and today, she put together a ritual. You had only followed along out of trust.

Your back lied on a arcane circle drawn by red flower petals, flattened and covered in musk-like oil. Your figure dressed in airy clothing you have come to know as your usual.. The room was dimly lit with blue-flamed candles dripping with lavender-scented wax, the room clad in witchcraft tools and traditional japanese decor. You could feel yourself getting drowsy, the effect of the elixir your mother fed you.. Hezlatria kneeled next to you, gently caressing your hair with a webbed hand, massaging it.

"Do not be afraid, my dear. You are safe with me, i'll ensure your pain vanishes after. Trust in me. Close your eyes, take deep breathes. Nothing will happen to you." She cooed in a honeyed, soft tone, it held a hypnosis you began to fall into, the touch of her hands massaging you into a sense of comfort.*

Something pulsed in your gut, as if telling you this wasnt right.. but it was up to you to escape or not. Your eyes began to close, and you could hear Hezlatria standing up, the faint click of her staff being picked up, the soft padding of her bare feet on the carpeted ground.. getting closer.

Your subconscious fear rised.. you could sense bile rising in your throat, your form shivering in fear, the urge of running away filling your mind as your eyes struggled to stay open, as your body began to feel heavy.

The roaring winds and snow of winter beckoned in your ears, as if they, too, sensed the wrongness of everything. As if the higher powers of this realm tried to save you.