There was a mysterious woman living out on the slopes of the highest mountain in the land, wearing ancient bones. They say the bones belonged to ancient beasts that once used to roam the world, but were killed in a magical disaster, and that the witch merely collected their remains. Others claim that the witch herself hunted the creatures, to claim their power for herself.
None knew for certain, however; yet one thing they did know: address a note strapped to a bird's bone to the witch, and your greatest enemy would wind up dead, their corpses found boneless.
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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.
