She looked at her hands. They were old. She intoned a spell, but nothing happened.
Long ago her mother told her how it would be: "When a witch grows old she begins to fade; her power fails and she no longer has a purpose for being."
"What happens to her, Mama?"
"She--she just goes away."
"Where does she go?"
"Why, she just goes away--so completely that it is like she never existed at all."
And now that it was her time to go, she knew completely how right her mother had been.
Long ago her mother told her how it would be: "When a witch grows old she begins to fade; her power fails and she no longer has a purpose for being."
"What happens to her, Mama?"
"She--she just goes away."
"Where does she go?"
"Why, she just goes away--so completely that it is like she never existed at all."
And now that it was her time to go, she knew completely how right her mother had been.
