Absinithe Holmes

water

Prologue

Water. Water.
Go fetch the water.
I do say. Kings buffoons.
Can't their bite-sized little minds wrap around who their addressing?
I suppose not.
That's why I shouldn't give those dullards to much credit. They are ignorant little chimney sweepers after all.
Can't even detect a powerful enchantress when one shows up on their doorstep.

Water, water I thought.
Gracelessy tossing the pail I'm much to acquainted with, down the vine entangled well I visit religiously.
It's all I'm good for. At least that's what they think.

I set my lovingly cold hands on the deteriorating stone as I peered below the wells dark and twisted chamber, leading way towards a roily sort of everday jug.
Their murky water.

Sigh.
Why must my days be so troublesome.
Ugh... it's because they're around.
The Benjamin's.
What a pain.
Surly, had I known I'll be forced to interact with the mutton headed kind then I very well would have kept both my parents alive.

Atleast they loved me. Even if they were dimwits.

But, allowing them to continue  sucking up air was no more an option I had no say in then joining this family's household to fulfill my coven's tradition.

Its been some time so I raised the pail by tugging down on its rope with much force.
I have to return soon. Still, after all this is over.
I'll be seen for exactly what I am.
A beautiful...strain
Powerful....strain
Malign...strain.... Sorceress.

A crisp breeze swept across the tree tops giving rise to goosebumps now dancing on my skin.
I smiled blissfully.
Ooh I loved this feeling.

"Abby!"
Ahhh!
The pail struck the sides of the well as it plunged further and further into the darkness.
Ugh

"Darling! Hurry round. Were're practically spitting fluff and feathers!"

I groaned at her voice. And the onslaught of noise and chatter that followed. These people were unruly.