I began to panic. Everybody halted on what they were doing to stare at the woman who had pointed out my identity. A few confused, others angered. They had responded to the word witch by picking up the closest sharp object and a few coils of rope.
That was the sign to run. I took off, basket in hand, toward the wooded area I had come from. My pale features blended in well with the snow covered forest. I heard them, the few townsfolk that had intent to kill me. Usually, most stop at the gates of the town, knowing that the witch was gone. However, there were a few villagers with intent to not only drive it out of their land, but to slay it.
I was not prepared to deal with them. My daggers were at the cottage. No weapon in hand, I laid in the snow. Silence. They had given up. I stood up, brushed the snow covering my dress, picked up the basket, then headed home.
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Frost (discontinued)
Fantasy(First story. Let's see how this goes.) Everything was fine. Perfect you could say. Until, he arrived. One, snowy, night, Frost, a young witch, had an unexpected visitor arrive at her isolated cottage in the woods. And, it's not who you'd expect. A...
