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The only thought that drove her the months she battled this dark disease was the thought she'd be back to her daughter who had been kept safe. No magic could quell this plague and it was fought in vain. Four months since she'd began her journey she set to her homecoming. Returning defeated to the sanctity of the castle, she'd be met with most grave news. Her daughter had died of the very same plague she'd fought against. The nurse that had oversaw the ill girl returned the sole possession of the girls well loved toy to her mother. Sick with grief, anger and loneliness, the witch took what little pay she was granted and bought an isolated cottage. Spending long nights speaking to the toy as if it'd been living. For years she fostered her loneliness and desolation, growing more and more desperate for the company of another. On a dim winter night trapped within the cottage, the sorceress would find herself with a most interesting idea to quell her solitude turned suffering. After a few days of preparation and many incantations she found fruit in her plans. She had brought her daughters most cherished toy to life, the only remaining thing in the world that now brought her comfort. Stitchie had been created for the purpose of serving as a companion to the witch. Functional organs and all; though she was wrapped in such a peculiar shell. Living alongside the woman for many years until her death. Incapable of maturing past the age Magdalena had given her, Stitchie lived far beyond her creators lifespan. Maintaining the body of a ripe maiden. Upholding the sparks of magic instilled in her so very long ago. Left with little choice but to seek out life on her own. Set to wander in search of purpose and affection. Capable of flipping between her original form, and the ones that her creator had gifted her.
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