Moormagic

Chapter Two

Chapter two

The night  was dark and cool against my face, the town was alive and bustling even though it was well past midnight. I felt slightly cocky as I was walking down the cobbled street with the copper pieces bouncing in my jacket pocket. The stars were out and the moon was full and glistening, reflecting off the river.

 Bamm! I felt myself run into someone before falling hard on top of a hard muscled chest.

"Are you drunk, miss?" asked the man I was currently laying atop.

I jump up not so gracefully, before hurriedly saying "No! Why? Are you? Sorry, this is rather odd." I can see he is tall, very tall, over six foot at least, but that's all I can make out.

He laughs then looks at me "You certainly know how to make an impression, I'm Hawke, you?"

"Kathy."

"Well nice to meet you, Kathy. I hope too see you again." Hawke said before jamming hands into pockets and walking off.

I blink at the strange boy, and his abrupt departure, then looked back towards the market, realizing that I no longer had any desire to go there. I knew where I would go; the moors. The moors have been my special place ever since I could remember. I love the wild freedom that the moors brought me, away from my cousin and her cruel jabs, my oppressive aunt and uncle, away from everyone.

I reach the familiar outcrop of rock that marked the start of the moors. I reached up and got a handhold in the crag of rock above me, then  used my arms to pull myself up onto the ledge. Once I was at the top of it, I surveyed my moors, and let out a long sigh before setting off.

I had been on the moors for half an hour before anything of notice happened.

In the distance, far off, I thought I saw a light. This was a rare occurrence, people rarely came out on the moors beside me and occasionally Auntie out looking for her.

I moved towards the light and pulled out the knife I keep tucked into my belt. The light grew nearer and nearer, and as it approached, I was able to make out a hunched figure. The figure moved closer, and revealed itself to be a woman of great years, silver-grey hair and snapping black eyes. In her youth, the woman had clearly been a beauty, that beauty was faded now, by the years and the elements.

I did not say anything, just watched as the woman came nearer.

"Kathy,” she said “How would you like to be a witch?"