Tales of a Wild Minecraft Story

She is a Witch!

Annie was mesmerized by books more than anything else. She was fascinated by the stories of other worlds, other times, and other lives. She discovered new secrets, imagined new possibilities, and learned new things. Books ignited her curiosity, excitement, and inspiration. She often visited the library in her village, the only place where she felt happy and free. The library was a cozy and quiet place, filled with shelves of books and the smell of old paper. Mr. Brown, the librarian, always greeted her with a warm smile and a kind word. He knew her well, and he knew what kind of books she liked. He always had a new one waiting for her, wrapped in a brown paper and tied with a string. Annie loved unwrapping the books, feeling the smooth cover and the crisp pages in her hands, and seeing the intriguing titles and illustrations.

One day, after returning a book about ancient civilizations and picking a new one about potions and magic, she ran into Yuko, her best friend. "Hey, Annie!" Yuko exclaimed, hugging her. "What did you get this time?" Annie showed her the book, feeling a surge of anticipation. The book had a dark blue cover, with a silver cauldron and a wand on it. The title read: The Art of Potion Making and Spell Casting.

"It's about how to make potions and cast spells. It sounds so cool!" Yuko rolled her eyes and tugged Annie's arm. "You and your magic books. Only witches and evokers can use magic, you know."

Annie shrugged and smiled. "Doesn't mean we can't learn about it, aren't you slightly curious about magic?."

Yuko laughed and nudged Annie's shoulder. "You're such a dreamer, Annie. Come on, let's go to the bakery. I'm starving."

They walked together, chatting about other things. Annie enjoyed Yuko's company, but she couldn't help feeling a bit restless. She wanted to read her book, to escape into the world of magic. She glanced at the sky and noticed that it was getting dark and cloudy. A gust of wind blew her hair into her face. She had a strange feeling in her stomach, as if something was about to happen. "There's a storm coming," an old man warned them as he hobbled past them with a cane. He had a grave expression on his face, and he shivered as he spoke. "You better get home soon." Annie nodded and thanked him for his advice. She offered to help him carry his groceries, but he declined. She wished him well and parted ways with Yuko, who lived on the other side of the village. She heard a distant rumble of thunder, and quickened her pace. She hoped she would make it home before the storm. She also hoped that the book in her backpack would reveal some amazing secrets and wonders. She couldn't wait to open it and dive into the world of magic.

Annie hastily prepared some soup and bread, skipping the usual steps of chopping, stirring, and tasting. She set the table for herself, and then looked around for Betty. Her cat usually greeted her at the door, meowing and rubbing against her legs. However, today, there was no sign of her. "Betty?" Annie called, feeling a wave of panic wash over her.

"Where are you, girl?" She searched the house, but couldn't find her anywhere.

She checked under the bed, behind the sofa, in the closet. Nothing. Meanwhile, the storm intensified, unleashing its fury on the land. The wind bent the trees, tearing their branches and flinging their leaves. The rain flooded the ground, drenching everything and hammering like nails. The sky was a dark canvas, with flashes of purple and white, threatening to unleash its wrath. Annie shivered and wrapped her scarf around her neck. She decided to check outside. Maybe Betty had gone for a walk and got caught in the storm. She stepped out of her door and saw the storm howling like an angry beast. She called for Betty again, hoping she would hear her. She heard a faint meow from behind a bush. She ran towards it and saw Betty hiding under the leaves. She smiled and reached out to grab her, but before she could touch her, another lightning bolt struck right above her head. The lightning cracked like a whip, and the thunder roared like a cannon. Annie felt a jolt of pain and fear, and everything went black.

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She woke up to the sun shining brightly on her face. Betty nudged her gently, purring and licking her cheek. As she opened her eyes, she realized that the storm was over. She sighed in relief and reached out to pet her cat. But she stopped when she felt a tingling in her veins. A warmth in her chest. A buzzing in her ears. Something had changed inside her, and she didn't know what it was. She wondered if it had something to do with the lightning strike. She hoped it was nothing serious. She feared it was something dangerous. She shook the feeling and slowly got up. She headed towards her house, hoping to find some answers in the book. Maybe it was a rare phenomenon. Maybe it was a hidden power. Maybe it was a curse. Maybe there was a way to reverse it. She never made it to her house. Suddenly, she heard screams coming from nearby villagers. "A witch! A witch!" They shouted, pointing at her with fear and hatred. She looked around, confused and scared.

Where was the witch? Who was the witch?

She spotted Phil, the village's iron golem, come charging towards her with a ferocious growl. He had always been friendly and protective of her, but now he looked at her like she was a monster. "Wait! Phil, it's me Annie!" She cried, holding out her hand. "Don't hurt me!" But he didn't listen. He swung his arms at her, barely missing her head. She dodged and ran.

She heard a mob of villagers behind her, chasing her with pitchforks and torches. They shouted insults and accusations, threatened to burn her, to kill her. She ran for her survival, tears streaming down her face. The wind howled in her ears as she fled into the woods. She had lost her home and her people. She wondered if there was anyone in the world who would accept her for who she was...or if she was doomed to be alone.

She ran as fast as she could, away from the village that had rejected her. She didn't know where to go or what to do. Where could she find safety? What could she do now? She felt isolated and terrified. She stumbled into a swamp, hoping to find some shelter from the storm of angry villagers.

She peered into the water and gasped. Her once brown hair had turned periwinkle, like the flowers she used to pick. Her green eyes had turned purple, like the berries she used to eat. Her skin had a faint glow, like the moon she used to watch. She realized what they had seen. What the lightning had done to her. She was a witch! How could this be, and what did it mean?