Light and darkness are always balanced when you upset the balance everything goes into chaos but what happens when light and darkness are switched?
“That stupid toad has gotten out again” I mumbled to myself. I needed the toad for my stew but if it keeps escaping like this I’ll just throw the cat into the stew. I trudged outside I looked around in the grass, the gutter and basically everywhere else, I’m just a tad lazy, ok….. a lot lazy. After what felt like hours of looking (5 minutes) I finally spotted my toad it was hopping down the gravel path into the destructive forest.
I’m never getting my toad back now, the destructive forest is where all the old witches go and curse the land, I’m only a young witch so I can’t put massive curses on big pieces of land yet, but I’m building up to it. I would’ve left it there but something told me I should run after it, I snuck into the forest I’d never felt real evil before but it just didn’t feel evil I know it sounds stupid but I trust my instincts.
I was 500m in when I realized this was the worst idea I’d ever had, before I turned and left, a golden tiara caught my attention it looked like princess Layla’s tiara but I’ve only seen her once and that was on a visit to the castle for school, I was forced to go and it ended horribly because someone ‘cough cough me cough cough’ threw a stink ball at the prince.
I hid behind a bush and checked if it was her, I was crouched down behind the bush for about 10 minutes when finally I saw the golden tiara again. Princess Layla had fair brown hair, hazel eyes and she was around my age so about 17. I was actually right for once, but what would princess Layla be doing in the forest? She walked over to a stone circle it had weird inscriptions on the sides, I could barely see them there was an omega symbol on the outskirts of the stone circle, I was racking my brain for what it meant, my teacher taught me what the omega means but all I can remember was it definitely meant something bad.
There was a ginormous pot in the middle she had two cats, one dog and five toads. She threw the five toads in the boiling water, she was obviously an amateur everyone knows that you put salt on the toads first what a pee brain.
She muttered a few words it sounded like Latin she grabbed a machete from her backpack and cut the dog’s head off, I had to muffle down a scream how cruel, people stopped using dogs in stew years ago it was just in-human. She threw the head into the pot next she slit the cats stomachs open, I almost vomited this was just sick, she yanked the cats liver and heart out and threw them into the pot as well. I was silently crying now I’d never seen such vicious acts sure I was a witch but that didn’t mean I didn’t have a heart. Princess Layla screamed out,
“Land of blessed evil I bring hope and joy to you, Land of blessed heroes I curse thee to be cruel and bring death to those who live in it, I demand you switch darkness and light may evil bring good and good bring evil.”
The clouds turned a monstrous grey, the sky turned into an image of a flower dying the pettles burning and the ashes falling to the ground, there was screaming in the background, the air became colder, the wind blew up dust and made a mini twister. Princess Layla screeched,
“Bonum et malum mutari nota ad nos a terra radicitus destruere artem debeat.”
Everything went silent I could hear my own heart beating.
The princess left the forest silently she left the pot and all its remains inside. I walked over to the pot and looked inside, I started feeling queasy like someone was inside me and decided it would be fun to squeeze my stomach. I threw up quite dramatically and I did it again because I saw the cat livers resurface. I ran home as fast as my legs could carry me, I fell asleep.
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Maybe I dreamt it all? Maybe I’m losing it? I was sitting on the kitchen floor thinking it all over, it couldn’t possibly be real she’s the princess for god’s sake as if she would cook a witches potion. There was a knock on my door, probably Molly the old witch next door.
I opened the door and a fair haired guy fell in, he was wearing silver armour, he carried a shield and a golden sword. “I think he’s dead” I said to no one. I dragged him into my living room, he may have bumped his head on a couple of things and I may have done it on purpose. I dropped him onto the couch jeez this guy was heavy.
I hated him on first sight, he was to perfect, he just looked so arrogant but there was something familiar about him. He started mumbling in his sleep, he sighed out,
“Mummy I wet my pants”
I laughed so hard that he woke up. When he saw me he first had a stupid grin on his face. Then he fully woke up and his face changed dramatically, he shouted, “What the Fuck, where am I?”
I sarcastically told him “oh, you weren’t supposed to wake up yet I haven’t got you ready to be eaten yet.”
He gave me a shocking look, it took all of my will power not to burst out laughing. He lunged at me and pulled his sword out, I was lying on the ground with some random guy pressing a sword against my neck, this was turning out to be a great day note the sarcasm.
“Why am I in your house and don’t give me a stupid answer or you can say goodbye to the living” he said with a cold, steely voice.
As soon as he said ‘don’t give me a stupid answer’ I thought of about a hundred, did this guy really have to give me the craziest ideas? “It’s not my fault that you’re here, you’re the one that fell into my house” I tried to say calmly.
He thought about it for a second and recognition came onto his face “oh, sorry about that” he got off me and offered his hand to me, I pushed his hand away and got up. I stood there giving him a death stare, he looked at me sheepishly then tried to give me a hard stare back.
“Well I better be going” he awkwardly said, I showed him the front door and slammed it in his face. Finally that prick was out of my face, I was five steps away from the door when I heard a scream and he fell through my front door again bloody hell what was up with him and doors?
I was going to leave him there but I looked at him closely and he had burns all over his body but how did he get them so fast?
I hauled his sorry ass over to my couch again, I looked closely at his burns and they were really bad and he was barely breathing. I started freaking out, what if he died? I’d be blamed for his death, I ran to the kitchen, grabbed everything that was cold in the fridge, ran into the living room, and threw them on him, shit I’m gonna get blamed for his death.
