Maeve

Months ago, when the trees were green and summer bloomed all around me, I used my powers to try to spirit home from the Roguelands. My powers did, in fact, take me home, but… not to the home I expected.

I should have realized it then.

Now, the landscape coming into focus is desolate and barren–an icy hell of wind beaten grass and rough seas… but he’s here. My powers brought me here, back to him, back home.

Firestone witches can have mates, and I’ve found mine, but my powers recognized him before I did.

I like to think the Goddess had a hand in our first two meetings–that...