"Where am I...? Have I attained heaven...?" A middle-aged woman with long, flowy ash blonde hair muttered to herself. Holding her witch's hat in place, she looked around her surroundings. Where was she? It felt familiar but she certainly has never been to a place that looked like a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Even if she has, she would certainly remember it throughout the whole fifty-four years of her life in planet Earth. Her thick eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she racked her brain for answers.
"First order of business...My name... My name is Rozaline Addams...A fifty-four year old witch living in the heart of Gautier Woods, a barren forest close by a sleepy little town named Somnus..." As she said this, Rozaline picked herself up and dusted off dust from her long, flowing dress. The witch began to aimlessly walk as her ocean blue eyes darted around for any signs of life. "Hello? Is anyone out here? Is this some kind of twisted joke?!" Rozaline called out, eyes filled with worry as she grew impatient the further she walked. What happened? It looked like a nuclear explosion just erupted. Rozaline thought as she sat on a pile of rubble.
Checking her purse for clues, Rozaline found a small vial of red liquid. "This is that potion," She chuckled to no one in particular as she remembered the time she taste-tested the same potion that turned her into a frog. She could not stop croaking for three days before she reverted back to her original self! Storing it back into her purse, the witch looked up at the sky. "The sky was like that too, that day..." She mumbled before jolting up in surprise at her own words. Cloudy skies reminded her of when she would always be defeated by her wizard rival. "Right...Marcus... Marcus Sean..." The woman grumbled under her breath when she uttered the name. Marcus Sean, Rozaline's dreaded rival. Everyone's favourite so-called hero. Whenever she felt like she was one-step ahead of him, he would always come and crush her hopes and dreams. "It was always like that!" Rozaline grumbled, crossed her arms and lifted her chin up, showing off how prideful she was. "Even so...I wonder if he's okay...?" The ash blonde haired witch thought, kicking a stray pebble that was near her feet. "Knowing him, he would have evacuated the entire town from a huge explosion like this," The witch giggled.
The middle-aged witch stood up and let out a yawn. How much time has passed? She had no idea. Walking further away from the pile of rubbles, the witch found a broken up wooden sign. "Tav Blu Be...?" Rozaline thought aloud, wondering what the words meant. A lightbulb formed her head as she formed a hypothesis in her mind. "So, this is Tavern Blue Bell..." She nodded to herself, thus confirming her suspicions that this post-apocalyptic wasteland was indeed the remnants of Somnus. Something square and dull caught the witch's eyes as she squatted down and cocked her head to the side. "Whose book is this?" She asked to no one in particular as she picked it up and flipped it one by one.
The diary entries included daily, mundane tasks of what seemed to belong to a young adult female's, probably in her 20's. "Today, the customers were extra rude...No, next entry," Rozaline huffed, flipping through the next few pages. Attempting to find clues that relates to the downfall of Somnus was quite challenging. "Ah. Here we go, 19th January 1788. There's a loud explosion near the apple tree. I'm scared. I see a blinding white light coming close to the tavern, is this the end of the world?" The witch blinked and was quick to shut the book. "What...happened?" Rozaline uttered in confusion as she tried to recount what had happened before she had woken up.
"Curse you, Marcus!" A younger Rozaline yelled from her home. Her hair was puffed out from a magic counter-attack from her rival wizard. "I promise, as the only wizard from Somnus to protect the town from all evil," Rozaline mimicked the wizard's speech, rolling her eyes after the sentence. "I'll turn you into a cow, that's what! A stinky, big cow!" The witch cried out in anger, turning her whole bedroom upside-down in search of something. Unfortunately for her, she was unsuccessful with the search and ended up throwing a tantrum instead. "No way am I going to win against Marcus like this!" Rozaline sobbed, kicking her legs while laying on her stomach on her queen-sized purple bed. Once her tantrum part was over, Rozaline lifted her head and thought of how childish she was. The woman stood up and went to her bathroom to splash cold water on her face. Rozaline cringed when she looked at herself on the mirror. She really looked miserable. Her ashen white hair stuck to her face, there were tears and snot running down her face, ruining the mascara she wore. Her ocean blue eyes looked bloodshot and puffy, so was her face. Shaking her head, the young witch splashed a cold water on her face several times, until she looked presentable.
