not your average wittebane

I. When I Was Eleven

Three brothers.

Caleb, the eldest with the weight of Philip on his shoulders.

William, who can care for himself easily and doesn't need to rely on Caleb that much.

Philip, a young kid which makes him lean onto Caleb a lot.. maybe a bit too much.

A witch.

Evelyn, a nice witch from a different realm, Caleb trusts her, William tolerates her but Pip seems to hate her guts. William wonders why.

A plot.

Caleb wants to go to Evelyn's world with her, so he does. Philip follows and expects William to do the same, William does not.

A journey.

Williams escapes and ends up in the Dark Kingdom.

Warriors.

The brotherhood? William joins it because why the fuck not.

Stories.

Stories and adventures of weirdness and brain damaging things.

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Chapter one: when i was eleven.

WHEN I WAS ELEVEN, I would join my brothers on witch hunts. We would walk with the kind residents of Gravesfield and purge witches down.

Mainly, it was people that was suspected to be a witch. They would get burned or hung. This war the daily life of William, me.

We had come to Gravesfield in 1613. Caleb carved a mask for Pip. Pip wore it to play or when they went on witch hunts with the villagers.

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"Pip. Wake up." I shook my little brother awake. He looked up. "Yeah?" He asked, his voice hoarse.

"It's morning, Cal is making food." I said and walked away. Hope Pip will get up so Caleb doesn't have to drag him out of bed.

"I dunno if he's coming. He just nodded." I told Caleb. "We'll give him ten minutes." Caleb noted as he finished up the food.

"Thanks Cal. You're good at making food." I told him. "Don't mention it Will." Caleb grinned.

It was a toothy grin, he always had a toothy grin, it was quite contagious cause a slight smile appeared on my face.

It had been ten minutes already and Pip still hadn't come. "God.. Pip!" Caleb swore under his breath and marched over to Pip's room:

"Oh he's mad." I gasped and followed.

"Pip! Seriously?!" Caleb yelled at Philip. "Sorry, Leb." Pip was apologising.

"This happens every time we aren't going on a witch hunt." Caleb sighed. "Your breakfast is cold. Go eat."

Pip looked down as Caleb walked away. "Don't worry, Pip. He's just in a bad mood. He'll come around eventually." I told pip.

"Thanks Wills. Your my favorite brother.." Pip looked at me. "Thanks Lip. Go eat now before Cal gets even more pissed off." I told him.

Philip nodded and ran along happily. God this kid is making me soft.

I sat in my room and began to read about the Tudors. Interesting time period really, when Lip came bursting in. "Wills!" He said as he shut the door.

"Sup, Lip?" I asked. "There's a witch hunt tomorrow! I'm so excited!" Philip looked so happy I thought he was going to explode.

"Alright, see you in the morning." I grinned.

"Night Wills!" The lil boy ran out of my room and I sighed.

"This kid is going to kill someone one day." I whispered under my breath.