Witch

Chapter 3

It was the evening and Margaret decided to treat herself to a nice supper by one of Holbein’s fanciest and most dazzling restaurant across the whole entire town. It was a long day, and she felt as if she deserved it. For all the evidence and what she had been through, it was time to call it a day.

She closed the building making sure everything was locked. From windows to the employees’ cupboards. Nothing was to be left open as it could contain valuable information about crimes and other stuff. Satisfied with the tidiness of the desks, she wished the building a goodnight. It had been in her family for generations and was just starting to rot away before she came before it. This was her life, and she knew she had to do something with it. Most of her memories were created here. With the playing motel games, to her playing detective games. And for all of that to be thrown away? She remembered what her mother had said, about witches not being able to become detectives or becoming the boss of something. Well, until the day came when Margaret opened her new business, she remembered smiling to her mother. That was one of the greatest days of her life. She still wishes her father was there to see it, but he was drastically torture during the war, beyond the point where he knew he could no longer do it. He was a great man to Margaret.She knew he had done the witches a favor when he used the last of his magic to protect her and her family, along with the other witches. His last words before he died, were that his daughters and wife were to be kept safe and always protected. That promise is always carried out.

As Margaret made her way to Raspy Pizzeria, she was cut off at once by a drunkard. A fool is what she thought of him, as most mortals were found on the street because of unemployment. But Margaret knew that these people were great employers especially when it came to her needing knew crows. Occasionally, the crows were either tired or just wanted to stop being crows all together. This was a big problem as most of the crows either made a deal with her or they tried to mess with her. All because of what, the fact that was a woman, who also turned out to be witch. Most men were very ignorant during these times, thinking they could hold the world in their hands because of their gender. Woman were merely pushed aside, either for their gender or the fact they weren’t some toy to play around with and do their dirty work for them. Some men were very considerate and supported women till the end. Well, it looked like another crow was being presented to Margaret with this low life drunkard.

As he made a grab for her, she put up her barrier that protected her most of the time. As the man looked at her wide eye for a second, a bright light shone towards him. A blink later and he was a crow, ready to scout the area and keep an eye for. Margaret decided it was better to explain what the man had to do for her later. For now, she was just too tired for explanations and the drama. She got to the restaurant, knowing the menu by heart, she ordered a “meat lovers” and the vegetarian pizza. These two were the most voted pizzas as it served for all people who eat meat and for those that don’t eat meat. She preferred both so that one she could eat at home, while the other could be for tomorrow. That way she wouldn’t have to go and buy until the next time she felt lazy to cook. She would normally put a spell that would keep the food fresh and ready to be eaten. But tonight, she felt something different. Like she would need to eat both otherwise she would never see it again. She was fine with that knowing her stomach must’ve been starving. Or it could’ve one of the side effects from the spell she used. She wasn’t in the past for long and she knew that even though the side effects weren’t that harmful because of time, yet it still disturbed her of what effects the spell would give her.

She received her pizzas and left, heading to the safest place to her. The cabin that she made, which could walk and defend itself. She also had the raven and the crows to watch her house in case any danger had decided to show up. She lived in the forest with the animals and plants for all the herbs she used for her spells and the animals she would heal in case they needed it. That was how it always had been, living beside nature. It’s what connected her to the animals, to the plants and to her magic. Her bond with nature was so strong that even the dark magic in the forest didn’t affect her. It was why she had mastered the spell of turning people into her own minions and why she could understand what animals were saying. She was the witch of nature. Most witches despised those that used nature as their allies.

It was the power, the control and the recklessness that most nature witches have. It was either that the power of nature was too strong or most nature witches; lock themselves away from the outside world. Most nature witches are afraid that they might lose control or that they might seek revenge on the other witches that cross them. Margaret however proved most of witches that a lot of the nature witches just needed practice and confidence. She finally made it home, just to be greeted by the animals that hung around her place.

But something else was wrong. There was a strong sense of dark magic around her house and that bothered her. If any of her research or animals were hurt, she would go into a fit. This was the only place where she could feel safe and feel like the whole world wasn’t against her. Margaret took control of the house and made it move to another location in the woods. A place that she found a few years ago. She had different locations for the house to move to in case of emergencies.