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The blue eyes shone through the dark room where the only light source was the moonlight that shone through the window. The puppet stared at the round moon and glanced at his master who was soundly asleep.
He tried moving his hands but it was hard because the strings were tightly knotted on the nail. It took him a lot of strengths and time to get the strings cut. He stretched his arms out and cracked his neck as he jumped off the table.
He gulped as he looked at his other friends. He shook the thought away and made sure to make as little sound as possible. He glanced at the master and snorted before leaving the room. He ran the moment he managed to get out of the house.
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You hummed as you twirled your hand around and pointed at the table which caused sparkles and smoke to appear. That disappeared to form a potion which you poured into the black pot. You read the instructions on the book while you mixed the dark green liquid.
Rain was falling heavily and you were not a bit concerned until you heard a loud thud from the backyard. Your eyes turned green and you stopped whatever you were doing. You walked towards the back door and opened it. You peeked out and saw a puppet laying flat on the ground.
You knelt down and poked at the puppet who was not responding to your touch. Pressing your lips together, you brought the puppet inside.
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The puppet opened his eyes and gasped when he saw you staring at him with green eyes. He looked around and saw various potions, creatures trapped in the jars and other witch-related things.
"I came to the right place?" he spoke but it sounded like he was asking a question.
You watched his beautiful deep blue eyes move as he scanned the place and your lips curved up into a smile.
"If you meant to come to get your wish granted, then you've come to the right place," you told him and his head turned to you.
"Are you the witch?"
"Do I look like an angel to you, pretty boy?"
"Boy?"
"Yes, a boy. Now, will you answer my question?"
"Well," he pondered to think and you raised your eyes. "You are too beautiful to be human."
You bursted out laughing and ruffled his hair.
"You sure know how to speak, pretty boy."
You noticed how he was trying to hide a smile. He seemed to be pretty happy to be called a boy.
