While it's true that most witches don't like children, the witch Bruzilla absolutely hated them. All children! Babies, kids, teenagers, little boys, little girls, twins, youngest siblings, child ... [+]
She, a wayward rock comes flying through the vault of heaven crashing into you. You are struck, captivated by the impact, and before you can even flicker a piece of you is gone. Her, love is an arrant thief in the night forever, in your orbit forever, summoning your waves forever, yours.