I made my way into the kitchen. After placing the nightshade in a cluttered cabinet of ingredients, I began dinner. Also known as, my broke self scarfing down an apple and reading a book. Yup, everything was fine, until the doorbell rang.
Zeera perked up, much like a dog. I sighed, putting down my book, and made my way to the door. Before hand, I had picked up my dagger. For all I knew, one of the townsfolk had found me. I'm not taking any chances. A dagger might not have been enough. There could be one, or a hundred people out there ready to gut me like a fish. However, in the condition my magic was in at the time, I could easily enchant it. That would be risky though. The time that takes risks the person or persons waiting to long. Impatient, blood thirsty people aren't going to wait very long. Someone could break down the door and trap me in my own home. I'm not in a very big house, either. They'd find me. They'd find me fast. So, I went with the alternative, take the dagger alone and hope for the best.
I approached the door cautiously. Zeera had unlatched a small window with her talons and was ready to leave on her own. Some familiar she was. When I got to the door, I peered through the peep hole. No one. Whoever it was either got impatient and left or they didn't want me to see them. I was still in edge, so, I opened the door slowly. I discovered why I saw no one. The young man lay just out of view of the peep hole. He was covered in blood and vaguely familiar.
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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...
