Over the coarse of time, I had been with the old witch constantly. She had been a better outlet than the home that I was currently staying in. The fighting had just gotten worse. I didn't want to be a part of it.
One day, the fighting had gotten particularly bad. I had just come home to the woman chopping dinner again. They didn't stop when I came home though. That stopped about a month ago.
The woman was yelling up a storm when the man grabbed the knife she was using to cut out of her hand. I could see the pure hate in his eyes when he jammed it into her heart. He looked into her eyes the whole time.
Meanwhile, I was hidden behind the crack of my door. He didn't know I was a witness. He walked off, probably to yo find something to clean it up.
I stood frozen. I looked at her body with tears welling at my eyes. The woman was dead. "Mother...?" I asked. Even though I knew that she was long gone. I them looked at her neck. The pendent. I could take it.
I heard the man stomping back. Now was my chance. I snagged the necklace off of her trying to get as little blood on me as possible and I ran to the witch's cottage. Maybe she'd let me stay. Just this once.
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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...
