A doll that serves as its witch's focus.
It's admittedly a scary feeling, being so charged with magic.
It feels like the entire world warps around it - and it does exactly that.
It never doubts, of course. That would ruin the spells. But it's still scary.
Something changes.
All at once, the magic floods through it, out of it, making manifest unreality, bringing dream to life -
And, just like always, it collapses into its witch's waiting arms, physically and emotionally spent.
Another spell successfully cast.
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A doll that serves as its witch's focus -
And something goes wrong.
The magic isn't flowing right and it -
Rips right through it.
With a gasp, the doll spasms and collapses.
It can't see anything. It's still alive, it knows it's still alive, it wouldn't be in so much pain otherwise.
Spasms continue to tear through it, each bringing a fresh, excruciating wave of pain.
It hears a muffled scream.
Its witch.
It wants to say something, that it's okay, that it's still alive - but it can't.
Maybe it's screaming as well.
It can't tell.
More than the pain, it hates to hear its witch so despaired.
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((Two stories! Witch's Focus Doll 1, and Witch's Focus Doll 2! Today was the day to post 2, and it realized that it never posted 1 here! So two stories today for this special occasion!
This may happen again in the future, and this one will decide on a case by case basis if it will post their related stories here!
If this one ever goes through its archives and posts every single story, it might post this story again someday! please be patient with this one should such a time come!))