The Hidden City

Prologue

Prologue

"The Witch's Misery"

The witch strolled down the corridors of her dimly lit castle, only being illuminated by candle light. She slowly sauntered up the steps, her cauldron she was carrying tipping slightly. Her potion was almost done. She gazed at the bright, bubbling concoction. She knew exactly what it was for, and not something good. She stepped into her room, only briefly gazing at the ingredients, spell jars, and dried flowers hanging from the walls and ceiling.

She set the cauldron on her table, quickly grabbing dried bay, mint, and oak tree bark. She looked under her table, retrieving and owls foot, hair of a cat, and salamander spit. She spilled them in the cauldron, now burning a bright red.

"By the moon and the sun, the north wind and the south wind, the land and sea, I shall rule this land with an iron fist. I shall eradicate all that is not natural, and all that is not to my liking. I will turn this world to how I want it, no more misery for me! No more being outcasted and taken out of society! I will be a respected and honored Queen! No one shall come in between me and my power!" The witch screamed, dumping more and more ingredients in her cauldron as she went.

As the cauldron set still and it stopped glowing its fiery blood red, the world turned still. The leaves stopped swaying in the wind. No birds chirp could be heard for miles. The witch had been heard by the moon and the sun, the north wind and south wind, and the land and sea. Her spell has become true, and nothing shall be the same, ever again.