Sorceress, Spider, King.

Prologue

Light childish laughter filled the air. The field was full of kids playing. A group of boys were by the river searching for animals and bugs armed with nets and jars. not too far away from them There was a circle of girls weaving flowers into crowns and bracelets.

"Rosemarie, I found a book this morning in my father's study," one of the girls said, "it has instructions in it."

"Is that so?" Rosemarie looked up from her crown.

"I was thinking you might help me with it, as a way to make up for ruining my dress," the girl continued.

To make a traumatic story short it was a summoning ritual and they used Rosemarie as a sacrifice. They left as the forest caught fire.

The creature they summoned was nice; he healed her wounds and offered her a deal. in exchange for a soul every 10 years she would get immortality and power. She agreed as the other option was to die and 10-year-olds aren't the most keen on the idea of dying.

I suppose we should move forward shouldn't we, it's never good to live in the past.

Rosemarie was currently sitting in an interrogation room. She could leave any time she wanted but she liked to humor people and was curious about what she was here for.

"Mrs. Smith, do you know why you are here today?" The officer asked, he introduced himself earlier but she couldn't remember his name.

"No I'm afraid I do not officer," she answered calmly

"There was a blast of energy that knocked several people in a 3-mile radius unconscious," he paused to breathe, " the center of that radius was you."

"That's odd," she put on a face of confusion.

"Do you know anything about this, Mrs. Smith?" The officer asked.

"No I'm afraid not," she lifted her hand and snapped.

"What was that?" The officer stared at her hand.

"Oh, nothing to worry about." She gave him a comforting smile.

"Alright, well, uh, the reason we brought you in is because you have a history of suspicious crimes occurring around you,"

Rosemarie sat stoically.

"You have had 4 husbands in the span of...40 years?" He looked at her confused.

"Is everything alright officer?" She asked, feigning concern.

"Sorry but it's just, uh, you don't look that old," he looked back at his notes.

"Alright," she replied.

"What's your date of birth? Out of curiosity," the officer asked, leaning on the table.

"May 12th, 1678," he laughed at her answer.

"No, I mean actually,"

"Do you think I'm lying?"

"I mean you look 28 at most." He laughed,

"I'm far from that officer." she huffed, "I would like to leave now." She stood Dusting off her skirt.

"Miss you can't just le-"

She walked over to the door reaching for the handle, snapping her fingers again.

Alarms started blaring through the room, lights flashing. The officer glanced around frantically.

She walked out the door leaving the officer alone.

Her trip home went well, she passed through the wards without trouble returning them as soon as she was through. Prophet was flying around with her crows and there was the faint smell of her butler and friend, Edward Adams, cooking. Overall it was shaping up to be a good night.