Wynonna Orne, a witch who sat in her room, on the new soft chair she had bought less than a year ago. Her platinum blonde hair was nearly white, most would say it was dyed, but it was natural. It was an odd natural color for an adult, but her hair had just never really darkened. She let her clouded blue- eyes scan the room. However she didn't see things like others. No, the young woman was going blind. Worst part was that it wasn't something natural, and yet she could not fix it. Being a witch didn't matter. Having powerful friends didn't matter. She couldn't cure the illness, or curse she was facing, which ever it may be. She didn't understand how it couldn't be fixed or why it started now. Her vision slowly fadinging, her eyes beginning to softly cloud over. She had surgery to correct it and it lasted maybe a week before her eyes began the process all over again.<br/><br/><br/>She was stuck. Slowly losing her vision, becoming like this would make her useless as a witch, and that idea was terrifying.After her depression and not fitting in she had finally found herself a place where she was happy and then this. She was cursed to be forgotten and alone, it stung. She wasn't meant to be happy. She bumped into a chair and let out a pained groan. Frustration led people to do crazy things. So, she had called a friend. When he arrived he looked around the scattered room. A disaster. "Wynonna,what are you doing?" Came a deep, unexpected voice. She jumped, falling back and barely catching herself. The young man took a step toward her before stopping. She had been more angry now that she was going blind. She had even asked for a book that he was hesitant to give her. "Wynonna, are you sure you want this?" His voice trying to reason with her, the word hesitant to leave his lips.<br/><br/><br/>That blonde hair flipped back and she looked at him. "Its this or killing myself. What happens when I'm finally blind Erin, what kind of horrible thing will happen when. One thing after another. I CAN'T do this anymore." She finally started and then snatched the book. Grabbing some glasses that helped her read, the words still slightly blurred. They were thick and heavy but it was the only way she could make out anything. Erin frowned and scratched the back of his head. "Be careful Wy." He then turned and left the girl alone to cast whatever dangerous black magic she was about to. Her coven would disown her, but at least she would still have magic,happiness.<br/><br/><br/>Jessica sat down after making two salt circles, setting the placing up with trinkets and such. Putting on the glasses and she began to read the words. One smooth translation at a time until all the candles she had managed to light went out. She glanced around and a frown crosses her features. She waited a good 30 minutes before she tosses the book across the room. Tears of frustration welling up in her useless eyes. Her hand when to her head, fingers digging into her skull and grabbing fist fulls of hair.<br/><br/><br/>Crying she had no idea whether of not the work had worked, or if she had read it right. Then out of nowhere the candles slowly came back to life. Her eyes glanced around the blurry room. Not sure if she should be concerned or excited. Wiping the tears she stood quietly, glancing to see if she could spot something different. That was when she saw the figure. She blinked and pushed herself forward a step. "What are you?" She called out in a soft shaky voice. Straining to see the man.