The Magic of Rue

Rue is a witch.

She was born from a fallen star just like all the other witches are. But hers fell into a pond, making her technically a swamp witch.

And no one wants to come see a swamp witch. Especially not one with no actual swamp.

All she has is a pond hidden deep in the mountains, where no humans or
magical creatures pass through. So Rue spends her days by the pond she was born in and the surrounding forest gathering mushrooms and talking to frogs.

Her spells are all practical for her life and sometimes experimental for fun. But she rarely gets a customer for a potion and she's never been invited to a gathering.

Her life has always been simple, if not a little lonely, yet peaceful.

And then a Death Cap sprouts up by her pond.

Bringing chaos with him. Typical of a poisonous fungus to cause trouble.

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"Personally, I think you should find another pond." I said with a huff, looking over the strange man who's been murking up my pond for the past few days.

His yellow eyes cut into me, slight sneer on his lips, "you're a witch aren't you?"

"Yup!" I replied, prodding the mud with my toe.

"And witches take clients for spells."

"Sounds about right." I nodded.

"Then give me the fucking spell." He growled out.

I arched a brow at him. "You're not my client."

"You-"

"No." I replied sweetly, "Go away I don't like you, you tried to kill me!"

"You tried to rob me!" He seethed.

"No I tried to get pre paid for my assistance, you rejected it. Now we are done."

He pointed to his bleeding abdomen, "no. We aren't."

I stared at the blood soaked bandages for a moment, "that seems like a you problem."