Soul Forgiven Witch

Prologue

    ~Prologue~

    Tired feet were always Alliannas' downfall when it came to traveling. The sweat, the grime, the other aching muscles? Not a problem, but tired feet? She cursed them to Salem and back a million times. She looks back at the road she's been traveling for a few days and lets out an incoherent grumble of annoyance. Finally leave Chicago and head towards somewhere a little closer to heart and all I have to show for it is swamp feet and no food. She flips her matted hair out of her face and wipes her forehead, finally lifting her eyes up to look at the sun leaving the sky. Nightfall is approaching, I suppose finding shelter would be the smartest thing to do right now. She yanks her back pack higher up onto her shoulders and looks around intently as well as using her nose to discover any odd smells, hoping no one has followed. She walks a little further up the road and hears a stream, possibly a river, too tired to figure out the difference. She decides to follow the sound and brightens up a little knowing that she will be able to rest soon. She finds the water, seeing that it is in fact a stream, and throws her butt down on a stump, letting go of her bag. Now I can either sleep on this mossy mess of a floor or I can rig something up to help me sleep in a tree. She looks up and squints her eyes and darts them back down, shaking her head. Tree it is then. She takes off her light weight hooded jacket, realizing there wasn't a use for it but, you never know with early September . With the jacket off she slowly moves her hands upward from the ground with her eyes closed. Wood from other parts of the small forest rise up and begin to form a small cabin in the arch of a very large oak tree, nothing too big of course. With it finally built she grabs her things and lets herself levitate into the opening, laying down the blankets she had jammed into the back pack. She pulls out a small table, sets a candle and her book of Andochrim on it. With a quick snap of her fingers the candles light and she moves her hand slowly across the opening to her small cabin for the night, the door closes. Ah, a home for the night. Massachusetts will have to wait until the morning time.