The Witch's Little World

Her little story

Avriella Shanellvi Ludsven
Six years old
Little Miss Dreamer

“What do you think of the girl, Señus?” The lady wearing a black off-shoulder dress spoke. Her hair in a tight neat bun, her black eyeshadow a contrast to her pale white skin. She's Mrs. Shoaf.

“You mean the little girl named Avriella?” Mr. Señus replied. He is one big, fat old man. He looks like Santa Claus—with a blue suit and white scarf.

“Who's that?” Mr. Dash spoke. Casually sitting on the couch with his arms crossed. His black shiny hair pushed back, his violet eyes stared onto Mr. Señus. He's wearing a violent cloak.

“Avriella Shanellvi Ludsven. A six year old little girl who dreamt of being a witch instead of a princess.” Ms. Chick said. Her long blonde hair bounced as she walks towards them. She's wearing an office attire and holding a black tablet.

“Ooooh, so she's gonna be one of the children under our care?” Mr. Dash smiled and stood up excitedly.

“If Señus is willing to take her in..” Ms. Chick looked at Mr. Señus.

“Ofcourse we'll take her in.” Mr. Señus responded with a smile.

“Then that's settled. I'll take Avriella. Once she starts dreaming, that's when I'll arrive and take her.” Ms. Chick said.

“Clear.”

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The Rarity Land is the land for child dreamers who dreamt of being a witch, wizard, a villain, or a sorcerer instead of being a prince or princess. Those dreamers go to Fairy Land.

In the land of Rarity, the four guardians reigned and took care of the children.

Mr. Señus
The leader of the guardians

Mrs. Shoaf
The "dead" marionette

Mr. Dash
The bright shadow

Ms. Chick
The dream weaver

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The beautiful little girl Avriella, quietly munched on her muffin. She's wearing a black dress, her wavy blonde hair up in a ponytail and tied by a black ribbon. She's sitting infront of her porcelain doll that she named Winona.

She swayed her foot, she looked down at her black with ribbon doll shoes. Luckily, her parents are supportive for her weird preference of things and color.

“I want to be a witch.” She muttered and sighed. Her voice soft and small.

She wiped her hands when she finished eating her muffin, she held Winona in her small arms. She lay down on her bed, not bothering to take her shoes off.

“I wish I'm a witch when I woke up.” And just like that, she fell asleep.

“You're wish is my command.”

While she was busy dreaming, Ms. Chick arrived. She gently carried her to her arms. In a click of her fingers, they arrived at the Land of Rarity.

To be continued