I woke up in my bedroom again. I still seemed to be ten. I heard voices. The man and woman from earlier.
"We need to get her a priest. She's possessed!" Shouted the woman.
"Nonsense! She's a witch! Did you see the way she made everything freezing cold? Or how he priest just suddenly melted? Or maybe how the whole room was engulfed in blue fire?" The man argued back.
Did I do this?
No, I did! Shit. It's back.
Why?
No answer.
I walked out of the room looking down. The man and woman didn't seem to notice me. The man was threatening to burn something or someone. The woman was frantically arguing against it. I walked past invisible.
I knew where I had to go. If somebody in my head told me to disobey God, I was told to go to a priest. Unfortunately, when I got to the church, the whole place was burned and closed. It was still standing, but semi-demolished.
I started back to the house when I bumped into a woman who looked about fifty. She was cloaked and carrying a basket of nightshade.
"Hello, little lady," she said gently. "We're going to talk for a bit. Ok?" She smiled and I passed out. Yes, again.
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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...
