Torn

'La luna

The very first thing my eye gets drawn to is the enormous ruin of a castle, overtowering the small village from miles away. A covered wagon passes me by leaving a smell of flowers, fruits, and fish. The trolls in the back of the wagon wave at me, I wave back. The wagon tilts as it begins the steep climb to the castle. 'I will be back in a moment, I have to take care of something.' Mark states as he glares at the crowded pub.

'Very well, just don't be too harsh.'Ian reminds him. Mark steps towards the pub, his hands neatly folded behind his back.
'Want to explore?'Ian asks me, I nod.Ian wanders through the village, I follow him close behind. My eyes inspecting the old esthetics of the medieval-like village. With its wooden overgrown houses, small shops, and cobblestone paths. I notice many shops, from candy stores to flower boutiques and from woodworking shops where they sell engraved furniture to the enchantment store 'La luna' where Ian disappears into.

The doorbell chimes as I step in, the door closes softly behind me. A cloud of incense hazes my vision for a moment before I inspect the colorful potions, dried herbs and flowers, and healing balms that lay on the wooden racks. I pick one of the balms off the shelf and stare at the emblem of a large purple and yellow flower before I twist the lid. A strong, sweet flower scent escapes immediately. I twist the lid back on and turn the glass jar on its back to read 'Healing the third eye chakra. for more awareness in our busy daily life embalm yourself with this flower-based ointment.'

I nod and place it back onto the shelf before I wander to the counter where Ian is talking to the bright and plump shopkeeper. 'So yes, maybe for a few days... but we don't plan to stay too long.'Ian mentions, his hip leaning against the engraved checkout.'You must be, the new sweet of our beloved high priest?' The shopkeeper mentions with a kind smile.I stand frozen, without words. Ian frowns and nudges me.'I, am... If you mean Mark though. I met him around a year ago.' I reply.

'Wonderfull. First time in this quiet village can be a bit overwhelming, but don't worry, most of us are friendly creatures.' She says.'Your right, Emelda, the most... but unfortunately.'Ian sighs.'Oh well, don't be bothered by Elas too much, dear. Elves are weird creatures after all.' Emalda states.

Ian frowns.'Oh, dear, you must know that word spread here as wildfire... So beware.'Emalda warns.I chuckle and get drawn by the glowing rocks behind the counter. A glow that shifts from light to dark, an aura around the pebble.

'That is a scary perspective, miss, as most of our village is made out of wood.'Ian answers.'Exactly what I meant, but let's not worry the others... Fire is still a dreadful thing for witches. Even after all these years, some never recovered.'Emalda mentions with a sinister tone. Dead silence.