The Moonstone Witch

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖎𝖛𝖊

The bloodstone sits between her crystal ball and her grimoire on her shelf.

She stares at it, unsure of what to do.

'Sonoma?' Andromeda knocks on the door. Sonoma allows her to enter.

'Everything okay? You've been acting off since you got back, did something happen?'

Sonoma considers telling her, then decides against it. Andromeda was close friends with Willow Glynn, council head of the greenwitches. She didn't doubt her mother would tell.

'I'm fine...just that crystal makes me feel odd and at the same time super powerful, y'know?'

Andromeda nods, but Sonoma knows she doesn't buy it, then leaves to make dinner.

She groans and falls into her emerald coloured satin pillow. Pulling her matching duvet over her head.

Why was everything so....Well.....Magical?

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It was midnight when it happened.

Myst had just dropped by her greenwitchery store again as she had forgotten her lunchbox there.

The moon glowed down on her, illuminating the secluded store. It made the trees surrounding it look rather intimidating.

She looked up at the moon. She watched it gleam and light the dark sky in silver.

She allows herself a small smile, then makes way to do what she came for.

She alights a small flame in her lantern, and enters her store.

It's pitch dark, and hard to navigate. Well, it would have been harder had she left the lantern in her wagon.

She recalled having knocked her lunchbox onto the ground in the storage room when she had meant to put it away, she had giggled at her own clumsiness and wandered off to handle a customer.

She sighed, and got down on all fours. She sat the lantern next to her, deciding it would be easier if she had her hands empty.

So she crawled through the main store, and into the storage room.

Her hands ghosted over the wooden planks of the floor, in search of her lunchbox.

She found it quite easily when she put her magic to the test.

The little sprout that wrapped around her wrist made it easier to tell her where her missing item was.

Pleased with herself, she stood up and stepped into the main room.

She frowned.

Her lantern was out. She had sworn it was fine before she had ventured further into the dark store.

Secondly, the door was open a few inches. She was sure she had shut it behind her.

But as she stepped closer to investigate, a monstrous face flew at her.

It was slimy, and as dark as the sky, with glowing eyes. It had long, sharp claws, that carved across Mysts tanned face.

Her screams echoed around the secluded forest.