The girl with the long hair paced back and forth in her room, up high in the heavily guarded tower. She'd tried to escape before, but the rows upon rows of enchanted armor had prevented her from leaving even one story of the tower. Having pondered it over for a full year, she had finally made up her mind. As she saw it, there was really only one way left to escape.
With the salt she stole from the witch months ago, she started to draw a pentagram on the floor of her prison.
Summoning a demon couldn't be that much worse than being imprisoned, could it?
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Historia CortaMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
