Third person point of view
Prudence Charming had lived a well enough fruitful life. She was happy with everything she had even though she had some regrets….
The purple haired woman sighed, thinking of her reasons for coming to the Wuthering Meadow. A town two towns from Charming Hills. She was here, yet again demanded to use her powers under the bases of owing an old friend, and for Charming witches a debt must be paid.
Prudence leaned her head against the wall and continued down her memory lane. Her eyes had eye bags underneath it and her disheveled hair was tied into a ponytail.
"Are you okay dear? Prudence?" The voice of her husband snapped her from her thoughts and made her look up at him with dull blue eyes.
"Huh?" She looked confused before recollecting why she was here. Her eyes wandered around her surroundings.
A lot of clues and foreshadowing in this chapter...
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