Moondust — J.L. Weil

The golden witch or the dark witch? Those are my choices, both exceptionally heart stopping, but couldn't be more polar opposites. One was like the brightest stream of sunshine. A close friend-so I keep telling myself. The lines of our friendship blur. Lukas knows all my secrets, all my worries, and all my dreams-considering he is often part of them. Now that he is very much real and not a figment of my imagination, things are not the same. I can't shake the feeling the something epic is brewing under the surface. The other I love with my last dying breath. Gavin is not only dark and dangerous, but the magic he wields is just as ominous. Deadly. Lethal. Destructive. A magical assassin, if there is such a thing. It is a fine line to walk and can easily tumble down the wrong path of dark arts. But he holds my heart and my happiness, even after I almost accidentally killed him. My magic is eerily and freakishly unpredictable. I'm a clàr silte. Whatever that means. There are those who cloud my decisions, make me doubt myself, what I feel. The way I see it, there are only two choices set in front of me: I was going to be killed, or I was going to be used as a weapon. Neither of them sounds appealing. My future is looking bleak and troublesome, filled with uncertainty. In the end, I would have to make the toughest decision, face my hardest task in a journey of self-discovery. There is evil working among us, threatening all those I love, and I would do whatever it takes to protect them. Or maybe the evil is me.