The time is 1825 and Morgana Xineharrow is pulling her old weather suitcase through the perilous snow in new zealand.
The snow is hitting at her as if she is the enemy.Its because she is.The woman with the world's permanent scowl was tracking through in her words balderdash blizzard.
So as she usually did she inexorably old her Goblins how she felt about the whole commotion.
To set the scene the old hag was laying on a crimson coloured slay that was covering her with layers and layers of warm blankets presumably made out of inferno bristles she was vejan of course.
"I'm telling you all,I refuse too-repeat refuse to live this type of lifestyle anymore. I am honestly treated like some kid of slave in the eyes of those people".The Goblins that had chains linked to eachother were the makeshift Wolves and we're begrudgingly pulling the slay with complete and utter hatred etched onto their green faces.They were of course what is needless to be imagined of Goblins -old folklore got it right.
Besides their green bodies that were scaling and scathing with ripe and plump pimples.Their mouths that were drawn up into terrifying sneers were dry and blue due to the cold winter.And many of their faces seemed the more terrifying because of the wind rippling across their faces like a wave rushing past.
"We can't take much of it either m'lady."said Wheezle (he was called Wheezle because Morgana said his mother had an affair with a weasel and ''Bippety Bippety boo' he was born").
"NO-ONE asked what you thought about it,stank breath " Morgana squawk ed and with the flick of her arm she retrieved her fan and began to blow away the green breath of the Goblin besides her.
"Sorry Lady,pretty Lady..it's just..why you have a wand...we tired...you see what weeee'rrree getting aa".Crank butted In dipping his head away after regretting what he just said.No one spoke back to Morgana(the witch of the East end without getting an earthful)
"And oh I remember why I called you crank it's because it seems like someone didn't crank crank the clogs in your brain properly to make you think.".The woman with her angry face had all the cursed lines of age drawn on her face but had the lean body of someone of youth and stature,her voice was deep and commanding and her character formidable.
Cranks voice came out quietly "..well maybe you called me crank because of your moods..yer cr..crannky like now mam Mam".
Morgana slapped her hands against the blanket heap on top of her.Her witches hat nearly fell off from her head the way she nearly tipped it over."STOP..you blasted fools!!".All 6 of the Goblins stood dead on their tracks and faced downwards on the white floor..wishing that they could sink beneath the frost or even the cloudy white marshmallows in the sky...but as transparent as they were they knew Morgana would track them all down eventually.
"I am a young woman.A young woman and they did this too me".Morgana said dramatically looking at the wrinkled layers of skin like mould on her arms underneath her short coming brown gloves.
Her face was boiled up in anger as she looked at the ancient mountains the fairie people standing proudly.With every peak that she looked at on the mountains it reminded her of how large and arrogant the chins would be sticking up at their when she arrived a d the mockery began.
It was the winter solstice which was an ancient tradition kept faithfully be my three fairy people. Although it was celebrated differently in various lands In the empire of vita this was quite different.The smoke coming from the mountain was grey and had flickers of golden dust winding through it.These were dark fairies that lived in the mountains rebels in the land yet the mountains was ancient and holy enough to be deemed as a good place for the fey court to take place.
Morgana bitterly hated the vita empire just as much as she hated pesky fairies and hated the fact that she had to travel miles just so that they could behold their work of art on her face.She had been cursed the year before by a sprite to have the face of an old hag despite being only 19.It was only because she burned down their villages,killed their families and scoured the land in search for dark spells.She felt she never once glanced at a mirror through all of that.
"What do they think would happen I would show up looking like the queen of sheba again.No it's because they find this funny,they know there's nothing I could do about their sprites odd work done.I promise you when I enter those mountains my wand will be working and I am going to show them. "
Her mouth was now quivering like an old dogs.As the Goblins got closer to the feet of the mountain.There was ragged old tents that were around the mountain and outside of it were humans with the 'sight'that looked at them with fear.
One of them jumped up in panic and his furry winter coat hood fell of to reveal a thin layer of hair and a tattoo that said 'I love NY' encrusted right at the centre of his head.
"Get out you wretched witch".He said pointing his finger at her pointedly.
Morgana laughed venomous ly with crooked teeth and black gums laced with old bones."Oh you should really,work on the attitude to be frank. Or you would wish I could put a spell on you to make that tattoo...disappear.
The man's eye despite his fear had a certain glimmer of hope as he ducked behind a pile of logs,and his coat end got caught on the fire.
"HAH,not gonna happen.Keep it moving boys".She yelled at the Goblins and that was it she was inside the mountain.In away from the heat.But in the mouth of a new beast.
The ancient mountains of the see lies wept of fairy dust and ancient spite as the icy chill pulled her in.She-the last witch in all the land was faces with a new terror-whether any spells could save her now.
