I woke up in a small cottage. Two snowy owls were staring back at me from the railing of a staircase. One was small. A baby. One was large. A mother.
"I see you're awake, young one," said the same woman I saw before passing out.
I jumped. "W-what are you going to do to me?"
"Nothing serious, darling. I'll just get the demon out of you and we won't have meet ever again," she said calmly.
"D-demon?!" I, on the other hand, was terrified at the use of that word.
"Yes, demon. You must come by the edge of the town everyday from now until this ritual is complete. Understand?"
"Y-yea," what am I saying? Why am I so weak?
"Oh yea," she said walking over to me,, "we're using witchcraft methods. So, it might hurt a bit. Now close your eyes and relax."
I did just as she said and blacked out. Of coarse, why wouldn't I?
I woke up back in my room. The man and woman were standing over me and I could feel something stinging on my stomach. I was groggy. REALLY groggy. The man and woman hugged me. My side reacted to this with an agonizing shot of pain. I bit down a yelp.
I did as the old woman had instructed of me. I went to the edge of the town, blacked out, and woke up at home. I didn't hear that voice at all. Everything was fine until I looked at my side.
A pentagram had been carved into me. A legit pentagram. I freaked out for a bit. But, ultimately kept it secret.
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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...
