i am not alone

[Misery]

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"I am." Wicca with her black and white fur wasn't the ideal leader, but they considered Misery so blessed they didn't argue. Besides, the girl was zealously devout. Wicca was good, even if Misery found her optimism utterly irritating. The girl was obedient and starved for love - the absence and death of both parents hadn't worked out well for the girl. Misery had used that to her advantage. "I've found a girl, my niece, to handle things for me. I have work t'do here. I've missed you, Lark." Quiet, simple words. Wicca would give her the freedom she needed for now. Her gold-green eyes looked down at Salvia, already fond of the girl. "They will have so much to learn."