What use was a wand or a cauldron when you could wield a sword or a battle-axe instead? Throw in some incantations and blood-soaked rituals, and your weapon would be stronger than any mortal fighter could dream of.
This witch would travel through the lands like a paladin right out of the tales of old, protecting the innocent and hunting down the evil. No demon was safe from her wicked blade, there was no downtrodden group of people she wouldn't try to raise.
And when one day her last day would come, she'd ride into the sunset with her head held high.
But that day wasn't here just yet.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy 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.
