Petra_fyed
The witch of old was kind as she offered up a chest.
Millions of old curses aching to be touched, but none of them suited me best.
Though they ached and pined for me, I felt so secure. I knocked them away and sent them tumbling to the floor. And oh, the witch did laugh at me and my ignorant pride. She sent me far, far away, stumbling back in time.
"Go forth now, with a touch cold as stone," She cackled. "Don't come back until you've soothed the great unknown."