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Supernova
- Joined
- Apr 22, 2011
- Location
- In Pleasure
Krysta placed a hand on the sleeping form of her daughter and pulled it back just as quick. The teenage girl was still burning. It had been like this for days. A few days ago, the village Wisdom, an elder woman who learned the ways of herbs and healing, said the sickness was unlike anything she had ever seen. No herb and mixture proved useful and eventually, she resigned in defeat. Claire was given two weeks at the most to live, but time was growing short. Each day, Krysta would spend her time beside her ill daughter praying to the gods that the fever would break and she would somehow recover, but nothing happened.
Now she was alone in the woods. The decision to embark was a quick and thoughtless one. Legend spoke of a witch who lived deep in the woods. Few claimed to have ever seen her. They spoke of the power the witch wielded and claimed they were lucky to have escaped with their lives at all. If anyone had the power to heal Claire it had to be this witch. As Krysta passed by branches and fallen trees, her prayer turned from the miraculous healing of her daughter to finding this witch in the woods. She was willing to offer anything to heal her daughter.
From the fresh air, a new smell reached her nose. It smelled of smoke, but it was faint. Was she getting closer or was this something else? She tugged at the blue dress she wore and continued at a brisk pace towards, what she hoped was, the witch's hut. She walked for some time, until her ankles started to ache and she was no longer sure if she was headed in the right direction. The smokey smell still lingered in the air teasing her to take another step just to see if the witch was through the thicket of trees. Krysta pushed back some branches that covered her view and she saw the clearing. When she saw it, the smell hit her in full force as if by parting the branches she created a hole by which the smell could escape. She walked slowly up to the hut that stood alone in the clearing. This was it. She had to do this, for the sake of her daughter. Krysta reached the wooden door and then knocked.
There was no reply from within the cottage. The wind rustled through the leaves, whistling quietly and making the smoke from the chimney dance. An eerie aura seemed to cover the clearing, a deep foreboding that could shake a person’s very soul. Another minute passed of silence, no signs of life seeming to move within the house.
A change in the breeze made the smell of smoke stronger, though the curls of grey were still floating up into the air. No, the scent from behind Krysta was more like the forest itself was burning, charred plants and animal flesh and adrenaline running through the air.
“Must be boring, waiting like this,” a woman’s voice cooed in Krysta’s ear as a chin planted squarely on her shoulder. She sounded rich and warm like a crackling hearth. “Are you waiting for the witch? What a rude woman, maybe she forgot that you had set an appointment.”
Now she was alone in the woods. The decision to embark was a quick and thoughtless one. Legend spoke of a witch who lived deep in the woods. Few claimed to have ever seen her. They spoke of the power the witch wielded and claimed they were lucky to have escaped with their lives at all. If anyone had the power to heal Claire it had to be this witch. As Krysta passed by branches and fallen trees, her prayer turned from the miraculous healing of her daughter to finding this witch in the woods. She was willing to offer anything to heal her daughter.
From the fresh air, a new smell reached her nose. It smelled of smoke, but it was faint. Was she getting closer or was this something else? She tugged at the blue dress she wore and continued at a brisk pace towards, what she hoped was, the witch's hut. She walked for some time, until her ankles started to ache and she was no longer sure if she was headed in the right direction. The smokey smell still lingered in the air teasing her to take another step just to see if the witch was through the thicket of trees. Krysta pushed back some branches that covered her view and she saw the clearing. When she saw it, the smell hit her in full force as if by parting the branches she created a hole by which the smell could escape. She walked slowly up to the hut that stood alone in the clearing. This was it. She had to do this, for the sake of her daughter. Krysta reached the wooden door and then knocked.
There was no reply from within the cottage. The wind rustled through the leaves, whistling quietly and making the smoke from the chimney dance. An eerie aura seemed to cover the clearing, a deep foreboding that could shake a person’s very soul. Another minute passed of silence, no signs of life seeming to move within the house.
A change in the breeze made the smell of smoke stronger, though the curls of grey were still floating up into the air. No, the scent from behind Krysta was more like the forest itself was burning, charred plants and animal flesh and adrenaline running through the air.
“Must be boring, waiting like this,” a woman’s voice cooed in Krysta’s ear as a chin planted squarely on her shoulder. She sounded rich and warm like a crackling hearth. “Are you waiting for the witch? What a rude woman, maybe she forgot that you had set an appointment.”