"I am Charlotte DonLand, the Great Witch of New Zealand. If you annoy me I can have you thought by the mortals to be wickeds' and you will be burned at the stake!" A girl, Great Witch, howls with delight. I narrow my brow, this doesn't feel right, something's not right. I watch the vast scenery rolling around us as the carriage continues onward. I try to focus on the thundering of the horse's hooves. I hear the girl huff something in the background but I can't hear. It's just so hard to focus. Someone grabs me, I turn to the person beside me. I feel like I know them. No, no I don't. Her hair is long, only a touch shorter than mine, it's wavy and platinum blonde. Her sapphire eyes stare into mine. A loud screech, something isn't right. I turn to the girl but she is gone. Now just a cloaked figure running through the trees. Then, there is blood. Lots and lots of blood.
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Sweat kneads my brow, I raise my hazel eyes from my bed kicking sweaty sheets and stepping onto the cherry-wood floors. They creak an old, worn welcome to the presence of my weight and I sigh as the cold of the planks reaches the heat of my feet. A pair of yellow eyes glow in the dark, staring at me from the foot of my bed.
"Are you okay?" The creature asks, I nod the familiar voice comforting. I turn from the glowing eyes and the creature they belong to. I move toward my window seat fumbling in the darkness. I can't breathe, air won't reach my lungs. I try to yell, scream even. For someone anyone, I just can't breathe. Deep breaths, I tell myself, you must breathe. Finally, air reaches my lungs and I bump into my window seat. I lie down on the soft fabric and bathe in the moonlight. My head resting on a grey pillow an aztec patterned pillow held tightly between my arms. A dark teal blanket wrapped clumsily around me as I keep breathing. Just... keep... breathing.
Why must I be gifted with such an annoying and heartbreaking power?
Like telling the future, the unchangeable future is ever going to help me. Ever.
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A Witches Heart
FantasyA witch is assumed to be heartless. The love that humans hold can never be obtained by a witch, it may be there just lost under all the darkness. Lost under everything that must be sacrificed to be on top, to survive, to not die. But what happens wh...
