I had another vision last night. There are only three things I remember clearly. One, I must leave home. Two, nine generations must follow me to complete the prophecy. Three, me and my heirs must keep record of our lives.
Which brings me back to you, dear diary. I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Amelie Soleil. I live in a small village in Southern France. I am a witch.
My mother was killed when I was very young. I had a vision about that, too. Unfortunately my gifts lie mostly in growing herbs and brewing potions. My visions come in broken pieces that I can't usually decipher until it's too late. The villagers took her in the middle of the night. I don't know why they didn't take me too.
But now I'm leaving for the New World. I trust my visions even if I don't always fully understand them. I know something amazing is in store for my unborn family; that within ten generations we will finally find our place in the world.
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