Treachery and lies

"March of the goblins! They march inside my home! They march and March- and march and March! Through the depths of their deaths! Ha! Ha! Ha! March of the goblins! They march through-"

There was a loud knocking noise.

"Sorry to interrupt your err interesting song but Mr Firetruck, Mr Sheet and Mr Bits would like to see you." Snarled an old gnarled goblin.

"Yes, yes, don't nag! Dear you do seem very touchy these days..." Mumbled the old witch as she stumbled through the clatter of cauldrons and potions that blocked the doorway. Before she exited the room, she turned head to look at the goblin and yelled aloud, "You know I was trying to cast a spell until I was INTERRUPTED!"

Casting a triumphant look at the horrified goblin the witch trotted along to the smouldering remains of a house and knocked on the ashes of a door.

"Come in you silly old fool!" Murmured an old wheezing voice.

"I'd rather be known as a musical witch!" Giggled the old lady earnestly.

The wheezing voice sighed and invited her in. A large dark hole appeared and the witch hopped in her eyes gleaming happily. Two sets of eyes bored into the witch's skull. The eyes were surrounded by tousled grey hair that an ancient wrinkled hand constantly ran through. Below the eyes were thin cracked lips that a rough tongue occasionally licked. Underneath the face was a crumpled grey suit. Scratched faded shoes tapped the ground impatiently from underneath the creased suit.The other pair of eyes were a gorgeous gravy brown. Sleek, glossy hair framed the memorising eyes. Full red lips parted into a glamorous smile showing off the pearly white teeth inside. The handsome man wore what looked like a brand new black suit. Flawless hands wiped a speck of dust of the perfect looking suit. Both the witch and the other man glared at the handsome man.

Looking at them, both the man welcomed the woman graciously. The witch continued to stare hard at the man. Seeing her eyes the man calmly added, "My code name is Derrick and my real name is Orrik. This old guy beside me-now, now scowling don't make. You look any better- his code names is Barry and his real name is Akkros. Your code name is Rosella. We'll disguise you with a charm as a beautiful damsel in distress waiting for her handsome prince to come. And of course as we already know your real name is Karrama."

Akkros growled as his name was mentioned and Karrama rolled her eyes as the phrase damsel in distress was used.

"Fine," both muttered, their lips twitching as Orrik smiled glamorously.

"Now I will return to CASTING MY SPELLS!" Shouted Karrama as she exited the dark room.

I WAS INSPIRED BY march of the goblins by langreen271! HOPE YOU ENJOYED, NEXT CHAPTER COMING SOON (I HOPE!) AU REVOIR!