Enchanted Tale

Five: Knowledge is Power

"Elle, never mind what I said about the bread. Let's just get away from here." Peter whispered close to my side.

"I know Peter, but I just need to find out what she knows about me." I whispered back.

We slowly walked up the stone pathway, following her inside. We stayed as close to the door as possible, ready to run if need be. She started to hum a cheerful tune as she set the basket on what I assumed to be her supper table.

"What is your name?" I asked.

"Anita. My name is Anita." She smiled.

That name was not familiar to me. I couldn't have known her before.

"Come, sit, make yourself at home!" She insisted. Her long yellow hair slid to the side of her face as she set her table.

Peter and I obeyed and took a seat at the small table. I sat opposite the shelf of bottles and Peter sat at the end. She had turned to the shelf and began to search through it. Questions invaded my mind. How did she know me? What all does she have to say? Who was she? Apparently, I wasn't the only one who had a few questions in mind.

"Where was the smoke coming from?" Peter asked.

I looked at him, I hadn't realised that had been a question I had as well. However, given the circumstances, I deemed it insignificant.

She stopped moving the bottles around and looked at Peter over her shoulder. "Oh, my dear boy, there wasn't any smoke." She smiled, which then turned into a small giggle.

"Yes, there was. That's how Elle and I found this place. There was smoke coming out of your chimney." He argued.

"You must have mistaken. I've been gone since sunrise. You must have found my cottage by coincidence." She smiled tapping her finger against her lips. This time her smile was most peculiar.

"No." He began, irritated. "We found this place because there was smoke coming out of your chimney but there is no fire--"

"We've no time to argue!" I interrupted. The questions I had were burning through me, and I couldn't wait any longer. "How do you know my name?" I finally asked.

She sat there for a moment. Removing her finger from her mouth and dropping it to her sides. "Do you want to hear a story?" She asked lifting herself off of the wall.

I frowned. "I don't have time to hear a bloody story! Tell me what you know about me or we're leaving!" I demanded, laced with a threat. She was desperate for us to stay earlier; so I assumed the threat would hold some leverage.

She didn't look intimidated. In fact, she seemed a bit cheerful. "Once you hear this story everything will make sense to you. All you have to do, is listen to every word." She whispered as she walked behind me.

I sat there. Looking at the shine of the table following her shadow as she walked past me. "What kind of story?" I asked.

"Well, it wouldn't be a very good tale if you knew what it was about would it?" She quickly spoke.

"I don't like suprises." I stated. Looking up at her when she returned to her earlier spot.

"Trust me my dear. You want to hear this."

"Alright. Go on. Tell it then." Peter spoke for me.

She made a hmpf sound and shurgged. It was clear that she did not fancy Peter, and judging by the tone of Peter's voice, the feeling was mutual.

She cleared her throat and smirked at me. "Once upon a time there was a little girl, and like most children this little girl had a mummy and a daddy. Their family was quite the special one. There weren't many others like them. The mother held magical properties. She could shoot colors out of her hands that were very pretty but could sometimes be very deadly, she could even make objects fly without touching them."