I felt as if I had the air punched out of my lungs. "What do you mean?" I asked her slowly, almost fearing what she would say next.
"She is a witch." Claire assured seriously and so firmly, that I felt my vision of her turning blury. There has to be some sort of mistake. There is no way she could be a witch, I mean after all she's such a gentle and sweet person there is no possibility that she is a witch.
"I know how hard it must be for you." Claire added silently with a simpathetic smile. "I used to think she was just a harmless little girl back then." She sighed, "She used witchcraft to charm you, just like all the other men before you."
"Are you implying that this witch charmed me as a form of entertainment for her?" I shook slightly, clenching my fists in anger and dissapointment.
"That is exactly what she is doing." Claire affirmed, making my chest clench as I looked at her in disbelief.
"What do you want?" I asked as she and I shared a knowing glance.
"Oho, so you knew I wasn't here to only tell you that." She smiled in amusement.
"Just tell me and get it over with." I knew I shouldn't be acting like this in front of a nun, but my emotions were getting the worst out of me so I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down.
"We need your help on a small task." She smiled at me as if she knew what I was thinking and gave me a small note tied with a string. I took it silently and bowed my head.
"It was a pleasure meeting you" I said as I walked away putting the note on my pocket.
Once she was out of sight, I took the note from my pocket and opened it. As my eyes scanned through the page, I narrowed them and frowed. Isn't this a little too much to ask of me? I put the note back and walked to the inn where I was staying, entering my small room. I layed down on my bed, too tired to bother taking off my clothes, I yawned slightly and let myself drift to sleep as my body became heavy.
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"That hatefull woman" I looked at myself in the miror as I tore off my nun cap. "Using her charm to try to steal my prince away" That pest is ruining all my plans. There must be someway to dispose of such a nuisance without drawing too much attention. I looked to my side as my eyes landed on a small leather bound journal on my nightstand. Bingo.
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The Valley of the Witch
Krótkie OpowiadaniaElizabeth was the girl everyone in town tried their best to avoid, especially with the rumor that she performed witchcraft. But when one day she meets a lost traveler in the woods she falls in love almost at first sight and even though they were com...