Willow cupped her cheek and huddled in the small room. Who was even 'the witches'? [insert Roald Dahl joke]. She stood up, feeling cramps all over her leg and peered through the keyhole. She saw none other than the hallway. No Bartely in sight. She squinted her eye and flickered her gaze to the mist seething through the door frame. Something was definitely up. The mist tugged at her delicate skin and wrapped her around her neck...
She decided to stay silent and just listen to the antics of the Bartely. Her head hit the roof of the cub.
'Ugh' She thought.
"I want power. They will pay. They tricked me," He hissed as his eyes glowed blue like the magic of the orb...
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General FictionHis greed for the Orb was becoming undeniable. As the mystery of the Orb unravels, Willow becomes suspicious that the Professor was hiding something- the dark walls of her home was hiding something. Professor Bartely was hiding something. Something...
