Witch

Chapter 1

As Margaret attended the injured, there was a tug of guiltiness pulling her, telling her that this was a witches fault. That one of her kind had done this. Most of the civilians were mortals, some being women of the church next door and some being the protectors of the Bells. In this situation they would now be considered as unemployed. Of course, some would now go looking for jobs by the King because of the Bells being destroyed. The witches would have to move out of the town and life would go back to those Dark Days where the mortals and witches had fought. Unless the Bells could be built to its original figure, everything would've been fine. But the architects of the Bells had burnt the drawings to ashes, too confident that nothing could destroy the Bells and that there would be no reason to build the pair back again. Witches had foretold that the mortals would destroy them and that alas everything would be doomed.

Margaret soon woke from her thought as Jerry brought a single piece of material that was found in the rubble. A cloth that was well made and well known throughout the world. It was a cloth made from silk with linen as shiny as gold. Patterns that followed along the edges of the cloth that looked like a wave of beauty. This cloth men usually used as handkerchief, but for witches the cloth carried drug spells within it. Margaret looked at the cloth and noticed that the cloth carried the similar essence as with that that had been used on the building itself. But the spell was a drug spell that was unknown to Margaret. Ordinary drug spells usually carried a pattern of essence movement within, small enough that it was visually noticed by the witches eye. But the drug on the cloth held not only movement, but the movement seemed to follow the pattern of the golden linen. The spell also seemed to drag and to Margaret this was no ordinary drug spell. She decided to take this to her office and search further into this investigation.

At her office, Margaret had prepared looking through all the files of the witches in Holbein that had either just come in or was about to leave. Any suspicion would either lead her off the path or to the culprit. Margaret had spent most of her morning asking the people for any suspicion of if they had seen the culprit's face. This meant that she had missed her daily cup of coffee, meaning she had no energy unless there was coffee available to her. However, her best friend Luna had just come at the right time and place, with the best coffee sold at Holbein’s famous coffee shop. Luna flowed through the crowds of witches at work trying to solve the case of the destruction, that was soon piled up with a whole bunch of other crimes that they had to deal with. Margaret was so grateful that she made sure to take her time to finish her drink. However even with the coffee, Margaret knew that the mortals of Holbein would declare war if anymore of Holbein’s landmarks were destroyed. It would cause havoc and it would destroy the relationship of the witches and humans. Margaret awoke from her thoughts, as Luna tapped her. It took a while for Margaret to remember that she was in a meeting, until she noticed all eyes upon her and a quite certain look from one of her employees. Margaret knew that this was going to be a long day.

Culprits POV:
As I sat in that office, I knew that my plan was going swell. Especially with the one cloth i dropped on purpose by the crime scene. I knew that if it were found, it would lead this stupid company and every witch in Holbein off my trail. As Detective Margaret presented the clues and of what she noticed on the cloth and the substance, I laughed at the part where she couldn't identify my little mess. The substance i had "accidently" spilled was a way of her not knowing that it was me. I knew that witches could see a trail of the magic that was used, but this substance was especially made to prevent that. To allow them to figure out I was a mole in this company and for everything I worked hard for just to be ruined! I'll show them, I’ll show them all! Just how fragile this stupid "friendship" really is. As I pulled out my notebook and ticked off the box indicating to step one, I noticed that everybody was staring at me. This was when I knew it was my time to pull out my clues and finally move on to step two of my plan.

Margaret POV:
Finally, my clues were presented. But strangely something within me kept pulling me to my thoughts, back to my memories. I thought about the cloth again and the weird movement of the drug. As a witch Margaret knew that if potions or spells were used, it would normally send off a trail to the owner. This was also how Margaret was able to catch witches who drugged others so easily. Now this seemed to tick Margaret off because the drug didn't leave a trail of the spell nor the potion. Which had Margaret wondering, "could it have been a drug potion or a spell?". Margaret decided to go back to the crime scene once this meeting was over, she would head back to the crime scene and search for any more evidence. As she arose from her thoughts once again, she decided to end the meeting, with all the evidence being put to the safe where all evidence of crimes were kept.

With the culprit still out and roaming around freely, Margret didn’t know when their nemesis would strike again. For her this was very frustrating. Margaret cared a lot about the town and its people and anyone who dared to disturb the peace, would have to answer to her. As for being the best detective ever to be seen, the company and Holbein would make quite an impression around the world. Already some towns had decided to also end their war with the witches and made peace in other ways. However, with way things were going, the once peaceful and beautiful dependency that Holbein had with the withes, would soon be over. This was why everything was in chaos. Witches too, had lost some independency and would not survive since the mortals knew some of their tricks and spells. But everybody had their advantages and disadvantages.