The Ash Tree Witch

Thirteen Days Later

  13 days later, black fog as dark as midnight slowly crewed from the tree line. While the villagers were asleep the black fog slowly creeped into the village. The only person still awake was a little girl around the age of three, she stood up and walked to the window, ¨What is that?¨ she asked herself. She watched as the Fog grabbed onto the village guard and turned to a pile of ash. She then ran to her fathers room. Papa, Papa, wake up, some things outside, its turning people to piles of ash. Her father jumped out of bed wide awake and said, ¨Get down to the basement, use your powers and secure yourself, stay safe.¨ She ran down the stairs and put up the charms and fell into a deep sleep, for the next 400 years.