Lucy hadn't eaten for days . As the witches held her captive , feeding her scraps .Her hair was dry and messy like no other , lips cracked like the scene of drought. Her face was dirt ridden , showing through her eye bags and puffy eyes of endless crying It was the 12th red moon . It was time .
She hung from the huge pot of boiling spells including dead rotten frog legs and crushed beatles . She could feel the heat burning her as she was merely held up by a tight rope . Tears were streaming down her face frantically as she tried to wiggle out of the rope . Her life was going to end . She thought . She was left with practically nothing .
The witches surrounded her , one opening her voice . " oh my dearest lucy . You will be a great meal to the kingdom . " Lucy fervently moved herself, wanting to be free from the rope. But it was too late . The witches had started the spell.
(Singing )
"The unwilling sacrifice ,
Revenge and fear,
The kingdoms death ,
Darkness overcomes"
With one last drop of lucys blood. The spell ended with the last few rites .
" the price be paid ,
People shall suffer ,
The wish be granted ,
The kingdoms death."
Dead silence fell upon the whole kingdom that night , knowing the sacrifice has been made .
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The witches descend
Fantasy"Take my sister . and kill her . use her as a sacrifice for this kingdom." the clock struck 12. the three witches bowed . " we live to serve . but you must know . there is a price to pay." ------------------------------------------------- Aslana an...
