"This one here. She isn't dead."
"Wake her up."
"Excitare!"
Aura wakes up as if a bucket of cold water was thrown on her. Around her are three young looking witches.
"Welcome to your new life."
"W-what?"
"You're a witch right."
"Y-yes..."
"Well, we are our slave now. You will do as we say or we will kill you."
"Where are my parents?"
"Everyone from your village is dead. Wel, except for you. For now."
"My parents? Dead?"
"Yes. And now we need you to cast your best cold spell. Cast it on me."
With tears in her eyes, Aura casts a cold spell.
"Congelo!"
A thin frost covers the side of the witch. She cackles.
"Pathetic. But you'll get better in time. Come."
The witch drags Aura by the arm to another room. She realizes she is inside some kind of dungeon. The new room has a big blue crystal within, which glows in a faint light.
"Cast ice spells on this crystal. We will know how many you cast. If you cast enough, we will feed you. Otherwise we will just leave you here hungry to die."
"C-congelo!", Aura says, casting a cold spell on the crystal.
"Smart girl."
As the days pass, Aura is served a meager meal now and then and practice her cold spell on the crystal. Day in and day out she can be found there casting:
"Congelo! Congelo! Congelo!"
This seems to be her whole life. Until one day she hears some commotion coming from the corridors outside her cell.
YOU ARE READING
Aura
FantasyA young witch is captured by an evil witch and struggle to put an end to her schemes.
