The journey of every young witch upon uncovering their unique angelic identity is often shrouded in mystery. It typically starts on a serene night or early morning under a waxing crescent moon, where the young witch finds themselves in solitude, drawn by a luminous presence or gentle whispers that invite them to pursue the enchanting call.
However, the conclusion of this mystical adventure can vary greatly. And not everyone can tell their stories because of the complexities of the situation.
Every one of us is woven into a grand design, each with unique struggles and triumphs, yet all paths leading to the same truth: to seek a life filled with joy and purpose, with a place among loved ones in heaven. So, Bailie Undertone’s journey of self-discovery—and her newfound witchy powers—is sure to unfold into a story both fascinating and profound.
Awake again, sleep slipping just out of reach, she listened to her friend's voice brimming with excitement over the phone—soon, they'd finally visit. It was time, then, to greet the waning moon, to feel the first kiss of morning light, and to let the day begin its slow unfolding.
Young Bailie’s everyday look was simple and casual: a pair of jeans—sometimes ripped—or maybe some sweatpants, the same off-brand white sneakers, and a graphic t-shirt, either cropped or a size too big.
But like a freshly lit candle casting its first light, something shifted in Bailie, sparking a new feeling that made her reconsider her entire outfit. Normally, she’d only dress up for special occasions—holidays, maybe a funeral. She’d even leave her hair in its usual disarray when friends or neighbors came by. So why was she second-guessing herself today, of all days? Was it just because it was her birthday?
"Let’s just go with it," she thought, giving in to the strange new feeling. Bailie walked over to her closet, ready to try something different before Lucielle arrived, searching for an outfit that felt as new as the day unfolding ahead.
A piece of white fabric caught her eye, and she picked it up, curiosity stirring. It was a white dress with puffy sleeves adorned with tiny stars, the skirt long enough to brush her knees, now spread across her unmade bed. Having a dress like this wasn’t strange; after all, it was just a dress. What harm could a simple outfit really bring?
Even as the thought crossed her mind, Bailie felt a strange puzzlement. When, exactly, had she bought or been given this dress? Normally, she’d shrug off the question and move on, but this felt different—not the kind of different that sent her running or made her want to toss the dress into a box to be forgotten. No, this dress stirred something else entirely, something she couldn’t quite place.
She genuinely wanted to try on the cute white dress, wondering what catastrophic or life-altering event could possibly unfold once she slipped it on. "Here we go," she murmured to herself. After a refreshing hot shower, she styled her dark brown hair into soft curls and applied a light touch of makeup. Finally, she slid into the dress, and to her surprise, it fit quite nicely. Nothing disastrous happened; no fires, no earthquakes, no floods—everything was perfectly okay.
“Actually,” she thought, glancing in the mirror, “this looks really cute on me.” But then, like an alarm suddenly blaring, a noise startled young Bailie Undertone. It wasn’t the chirp of a bird or the rustle of an animal; it came from within, an unfamiliar voice echoing in her mind. In that moment, Bailie’s journey of discovering her witch powers began in earnest, setting her on a path she never expected.