Chapter 8

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Back in the cabin of the witches, we find Fallo, Fame, and Desdemona at the giant pot, stirring in the finishing touches. They are exhausted, cranky, and tired of this potion. Desdemona is especially tired and when she is tired, she becomes very clumsy.

"There," Fallo says with full excitement, "It's done."

"It is?" Fame asks, unsure, "Are you sure?"

Fallo nods, "Yes!"

"Now what?" Desdemona asks, disbelief that the potion is finally finish.

Fallo waves her sisters over to the front door, "Come girl! Let us fly across the land like the old days!"

"Yes! Let's shall! Come on, Des," Fame whoops in excitement as she grabs her broom and hoist up onto it.

"Okay, let me just get my broom. It's in the very back," Desdemona tells them and start to head into the back.

Without waiting for their sister, Fallo and Fame both fly out of the cabin and into the sky. Desdemona shakes her head and laughs. How long has it been since they flew? It was before they started on the potion, a good four hundred years of being coped up in that cabin.

In the back room, the witches' bedroom, three beds are beside the three walls, each one with its own dresser and window. Desdemona heads to the left side of the room, her room, and grabs her broom from under her bed. The beds are all twin sizes, each one shows the witches' personality. Desdemona's bed has homemade quilts that she made throughout her life, Fallo's bed is plain and more worn out, and Fames' bed is covered in food crumbs.

With her broom in her hand, Desdemona leaves the bedroom and go back into the main room of the cabin where they do all their potions and spells. Heading to the exit, Desdemona turns around sharply, "Oh, I forgot to shut the door."

Desdemona closes the door to the back and turns back around to exit the cabin, fully unaware that she knocked over a bottle over and the substance is leaking into the pot.

"What took you so long?" Fames asks Desdemona once she flies up to meet them.

"I forgot to shut the door, silly me," Desdemona replies.

"No matter! Come sisters, let us fly!" Fallo cries out and zooms around on her broom. Fames and Desdemona chases after her, feeling the wind through their stringy hair. They soar above the village, waving at all the townsfolks who look up and stare at them in awe. Why wouldn't they stare? They haven't been seen in public for so long. Desdemona squints down to see any familiar faces, but she only sees strangers.

They fly over the castle, across the darken lake, through the trees in the forest, and back in the night sky. Fallo waves her wand in a circle, muttering enchanted words. The trees leaves fall off all at once and is replaced by an endless amount of fruit. Different kind of berry bushes sprout out from under the dirt.

"See, how powerful we are?" Fallo asks her sisters.

"No one can ever go hungry," Desdemona states.

"Correct," Fallo tells Desdemona then commands, "think of a creature and wave your wand."

Think of a creature?  

Desdemona thought long and hard of a creature that does not exist yet. She thought of combining two creatures, like she did when creating mermaids, but couldn't come up with anything. Fallo and Fames does not rush her, for they know that it will take her some time to think of one. She's grateful on how patient they can be toward her.

A screaming from above gets Desdemona attention. She looks up and sees a few dragons flying around, breathing fire at each other. They were truly majestic creatures that were created by Alora, an old witch who died before Fallo took her place as the main witch. Desdemona never met her, but she heard tales of her good deeds and how Alora and a few older witches has came onto this planet in search for sanctuary. Desdemona has seen pictures inside old books of humans and thought of how plain they all looked. Nothing special!

Desdemona look up back at the dragons and think,

Maybe they don't need to be plain after all.

With an image in her mind and a flip of her wand, a giant light appeared before them. The light was bright, almost blinding. Desdemona shields the bright light, but continues to watch. Twinkles of sparkles join in the light and swirls together, creating a magical tornado. The light pops and a new creature appears.

"Amazing," Fames says, completely memorized by the creature.

With the body of a human, and wings of a dragon, the naked creature flaps in the air in front of them. Wide eyes, short hair, and a tiny frame, the creature says, "who are you?"

Fames nudges Desdemona with her broom. Desdemona nods and tells the new creature, "I am your creature. I am one of the three witches that lives on this planet."

The creature tilts her head and asks, "and what am I?"

Desdemona tilts her head and thinks up a name, "You are a fairy."

"A fairy..." The fairy says then smiles broadly, liking her title.

"Yes, a fairy," Desdemona points at the castle in the distant, "See that castle over there?"

The fairy nods her tiny head.

"You need to go there in search of Mother Goose. She will teach you to make clothing that fits. Soon, I will make other fairies for you and you will need to teach them as well. Got that?"

The fairy nods and set off for the castle. Desdemona laughs at the fairy attempts to fly. It will take the fairy a while before getting used to its wings.

"Well done!" Fallo claps her hand, "We need to hurry back, I imagine the witch will be born soon. When she does be born, I will die. I rather not die way up here. It'll hurt."


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