After the pesky Thomas boy intruded upon our humble settlement, my sisters and I took action. The warped and musty wooden door was replaced with a nifty new door which Marla put in. Agatha enchanted it so that it would not open unless a certain question was correctly answered. I was given the pleasure of coming up with the question. It had be something only the three of us could know. We settled on our two cat's names. Reaper and Killer. They were both not completely feline. Part cat, part tiger, part shadow. They were the best things ever. They kept the gloom around, which was much appreciated. These days, too many happy people came by asking us to reveal their fortunes. And such was the case when Thomas stopped in. It was a particularly annoying occasion since the very life we wanted to keep away from the council's interference was being conferenced between us. We were simply watching her sing and play with a bird when that rascal waltzed in here. Of course Marla and Agatha didn't notice, they were too absorbed in the plans that were to be fulfilled by the girl. I did notice his presence however, and out of the three of us, you do not want me to find you eavesdropping. Especially if you have a direct connection to the council. Well of course he tried to act innocent and pleaded, "Oh! Tabitha! I was just visiting, and when I knocked on the door, no one answered so I was just going to set this basket from my father on the table-" At this point he stopped, since he had seen the young girl in the crystal ball. Now he had all three fates's attention. We abruptly showed him the door, and I, wanting to have my fun, levitated him three feet above the ground purely to hear him scream.
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Fallen
ФэнтезиBreathing hard, she dashes up the stairs of the manor, barely noticing the sky change. The once rosy pink rolling clouds turned to ashy grey. The long winding cobblestone pathway leading to the entrance of the house is lined with hedges, that now ca...
