The Baba Yaga Series: The Dead Witch

4. The Goblin King

" Where am I now?" I asked myself as I looked out the window. I shrugged and moved over to the detailed yet old looking world map on the wall in the living room. Under said map is a long in table with a "bouquet" of darts. I spelled the darts so that when I threw them at the map, it'll land on where I am, or where a person place or thing is. For example, whenever I received a target to find, protect, or eliminate; I would aim a dart at the map, ask "where so and so is" , close my eyes then throw. It's scarily accurate and I love it! I also charmed an awesome compass like Captain Jack Sparrow's; It saves me the trouble of tracking someone or something down in person when I don't have the map.

I threw the dart and saw my location...."Huh, I'm near Little Whinging Surrey. Talk about plot convenience." I say while looking at the fourth wall. Snapping outta my starring match, I realized it's sunrise. Seeing the sunrise in a new world is strange, a good but almost intimidating feeling. After my silent moment I felt the tiredness set in, "I need a fucking nap." I let out a tired yawn and make my way upstairs, stripping down and putting on a wayyy to big t-shirt, 'I'll have to resize all my clothes...later.' I climb into my King Sized bed and sink into the lulling softness for a well earned nap.

++time skip++

Waking up, I felt refreshed. I took a nice, cool shower to wake myself up a bit more. After that I moved to my dresser and closet and realized I still had to shrink everything. I did so but it took a little longer than I would have liked. I got dressed in a day outfit of ripped jeans, my black AC/DC band tee ( I got it at their live concert); long, white ankle socks, and my black and white platform Old Skool vans. Making sure my Nana's pendant was secured around my neck, I grabbed my Grandpa's old bomber jacket, my black purse that looks like the one Hermione would soon have (which also has an undetectable extension charm), and my red tinted "John Lennon" sunglasses; I walk to the front door and shrink 2 of my money duffels to put them in my purse. Placing some throwing knives and a small pistol on my person( obviously hidden). I make my way to the kitchen to get my Nana's last home cooked meal; in peaceful silence I warm up my Chicken Tikka Masala and broth and ate. Savoring the delicious yet melancholy taste to memory. After that, I walk out the house.

"Alright buddy, if you sense anyone who isn't me, get your porch into the mirror realm. Okay?" What I got back was a *poof* of smoke from the chimney. Rolling my eyes I turn around and start walking, I take out my awesome compass and asked for the nearest road, which was fucking 2 miles away. Showing me the way, I get to the road and wait.

'I always wanted to do this!' I thought excitedly as I let out a spark of magic from my outstretched hand, almost like a roadside flare. I then see the Knight Bus speeding my way and coming to a screeching hault infront of me! It's purple mass making my eyes shine with awe. ' Just like the movies!' Hoping off the bus is a gangly man, whom needs a skin routine, in a old and worn purple bus driver's uniform accompanied with a ticket stubs machine hanging low from his neck; starts to read from a card, "Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. My name is Stan Shunpike and I will be your conductor this evening." He folds the card and jams it into his pocket.

With a smile I hop onto the magic bus and introduce myself whist excitedly shaking his hand, "Hi, I'm Annastasia, but please call me Anna."

"Oh an American! Nevah met an American witch before, a small one at that," he says in slight surprise.

"Yup, we've just moved here for school. But I need school supplies, can you take me to The Leakey Calderon? Please."

"Well sure thing little miss." Turning back to the old driver and a talking, shrunken head he said,"You hear that? Take her away Ern!" The shrunken head (With a Jamaican accent) yells to the old man "Yeah, take it away, Ernie! Fasten your safety belts, clench your buttocks! It's going be a bumpy ride!"