Witch

Chapter 5

Margaret POV:

As she searched for the figure, making sure that they were not around, she made sure to check in case they did drop something of use. A spell book with fingerprints, a strand of hair maybe even a piece of that cloth they used. It was soon to be dark, and Margaret had spent her whole afternoon looking for the culprit. Well, there went her pizza night, afternoon reading, but at least she had her pizza and her favorite show for tonight. True Crime and Wine. Especially when there is food around, she could watch that show all day. No interruptions, nobody wanting to kill her. It was her time, and her time only. When she sat on the couch, the doorbell suddenly rang, summoning her from the couch, the food and the tv. She went to the door and opened it, to find her best friend Luna. She had wine to celebrate the evidence that was found at the bells. Happy to see her, Margaret welcomed her friend inside jogging off to the kitchen. She shouted out, saying that she had pizza and that they could share with the wine. She also shouted out the show which she put on, and Luna said she would watch with Margaret. Both enjoyed the show since they were young. They used to watch it with their grandparents before the house was destroyed and raided by the mortals. It was the only memory that they remembered them by. So, they gathered their stuff and watched the show, just like the good times. As soon as the first episode finished, they moved on with next, until they finished the whole of season one.

It was past two in the morning and some of the police had patrol. This meant that some of the detectives had to be on the lookout for anyone suspicious. Margaret decided to join in to make sure none of her employees were going to be hurt or kidnapped. They still had a long way to go, and this witch was a very powerful one. They knew what combat was and they knew how to control their power, the fact that they didn’t have a gender really annoyed Margaret. The scream she hurt sounded like a female, but Margret knew that some guys could scream like a girl. Just ask one her male employees, I’m sure he would love to tell the story of the abandoned hospital. Margaret hoped that there would be time for a story.

The King was on the edge of his seat and had been pestering the witches and his kind about the culprit. It seemed as if the sound of war was in the air, because everybody seemed tense, and the air gave an awkward silence among the mortals and the witches. Imagine being right next to the person that fight you till the end if war was declared. And if it was, who would make the first move. You or the person next to you? As they all patrolled, Margaret could see how the mortals were looking at them. Some mother’s protecting their children as they passed and some citizens giving the witches dirty and scared looks. Like they were remembering the dark ages, the blood, the bodies and how their houses were raided and destroyed afterwards.

Poverty was also another reason, as Holbein had to rebuild itself after. Begging for money from the nearby countries and towns, it was really embarrassing, judging by the way the last king used to act whenever the other countries would reject helping. Walking down the street, Margaret decided to enter the tavern. She and the others needed a break from the sun, as it was a hot day. Holbein didn’t have a beach to go cool down, it was quite disappointing to see movies show that blue, see-through ocean water, with its nearby coral reefs and fish. She ordered her drink. Others taking beer, cocktails, wine and shots, while she took a water. She wanted to stay clear-minded and hydrated if the hooded figure showed up. Some of the people wanted to give it a name, as they felt it was disrespectful to call an “it” an it.

They had come up with the decision, that the first person to come up with a name, would get free beer from all those that decided to jump on board. None of them had a name, so they just stuck to the mysterious figure or culprit. The tavern was opened all day and most of the cops came here in their free time. So, Margaret had guessed that the culprit thought that they were free and that they could do anything around town in the limited time that they had. There were many places where co-operation and treaties were made. If these were destroyed, you know what will happen. Each day it scares Margaret, those days that were good and harsh. Where freedom wasn’t giving to a witch and where the most powerful witches that were captured, were killed on sight. So, the fact that most of them were killed makes Margaret quite rare to find.

Also, the fact that she knew so many forbidden spells, made her quite powerful and more in control of her power. But of course, with great power comes great responsibility. Most witches carried a charm on them. These charms would either be used to summon a minion or two or it would hold most of your power depending on how much you keep in it. It was like bonding to it. The more your power increased, the stronger the bond you will have with your charm. It was like favors for favors.