The Witch's Lair
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The Witch's Lair

For @enchantedink Prompt 4: "It's nothing that complicated, I just want to kill them."

There were rumors.

Rumors of the witch that sat on that remote island.

The witch that sits at the entrance of the cave and talks to you,

The witch that sits at the entrance of the cave and talks to you, catching you off guard,

The witch that sits at the entrance of the cave and talks to you, catching you off guard, but when she drags you into her cave you know that you're done for.

The sailors steer clear, and none dare venture too far out to sea, for it is said that those who enter,

The sailors steer clear, and none dare venture too far out to sea, for it is said that those who enter, do not come back.

But this one person- he's the gem of the village.

Charming and kind, helpful and empathetic, everyone loved him.

Charming and kind, helpful and empathetic, everyone loved him. Even though he was poor, he still got what he needed to survive.

Cat stuck in a tree? Saves it, and he gets a loaf of bread.

Cat stuck in a tree? Saves it, and he gets a loaf of bread. Sailor's ropes got tangled on the dock? Help untangle it, and he gets a fish caught that day.

Cat stuck in a tree? Saves it, and he gets a loaf of bread. Sailor's ropes got tangled on the dock? Help untangle it, and he gets a fish caught that day. Old farmer needs help harvesting? Lends a hand, and he gets a place to stay for the night.

And so when rumors of this witch reached his ears, he thought-

And so when rumors of this witch reached his ears, he thought- "Everyone in this village loves me. It would do them good if I convince the witch that we are not to be harmed."

And so, without telling the village, he borrowed a sailor's boat and set off towards the island.

He saw a young woman sitting at the mouth of the cave,

He saw a young woman sitting at the mouth of the cave, a broomstick resting against pale, smooth legs.

He saw a young woman sitting at the mouth of the cave, a broomstick resting against pale, smooth legs. He called out, "howdy! May I have the pleasure of a chat?"

He saw a young woman sitting at the mouth of the cave, a broomstick resting against pale, smooth legs. He called out, "howdy! May I have the pleasure of a chat?" The witch smiled, pearl-white teeth catching the light of the afternoon sun.

"Why of course," she said, her voice melodious. "There's never many volunteers."

The young man walked up to her and sat down.

"I hear that you dragged some of our village members into the deep," he said,

"I hear that you dragged some of our village members into the deep," he said, "and I'm here to tell you all the other wonderful things you could be doing other than killing."

"I hear that you dragged some of our village members into the deep," he said, "and I'm here to tell you all the other wonderful things you could be doing other than killing." "Oh? I am the witch, and I do not take orders," she said.

"I know that," the young man said. "But I do good deeds in the village,

"I know that," the young man said. "But I do good deeds in the village, and it brings me much more joy than doing bad deeds. Tell me, why do you kill?"

"It's nothing that complicated, I just want to kill them," the witch says calmly.

"It's nothing that complicated, I just want to kill them," the witch says calmly. "It is what I was born to do, and I must say I find satisfaction in doing it."

"But people can change," the young man inquired.

"But people can change," the young man inquired. "Ah, but I'm not a person. I was born to kill, like I said,

"But people can change," the young man inquired. "Ah, but I'm not a person. I was born to kill, like I said, just like sailors are born to travel the seas,

"But people can change," the young man inquired. "Ah, but I'm not a person. I was born to kill, like I said, just like sailors are born to travel the seas, like farmers are born to harvest things.

"But people can change," the young man inquired. "Ah, but I'm not a person. I was born to kill, like I said, just like sailors are born to travel the seas, like farmers are born to harvest things. But you? What were you born to do?"

"To do good deeds," the young man said.

"Well, there is no place for good deeds here, is there?"

"Well, there is no place for good deeds here, is there?" The witch then smiled, and took his arm.

"Well, there is no place for good deeds here, is there?" The witch then smiled, and took his arm. She then began to drag him into the dark depths of the cave.

"Wait, wait! But I'm good! I can help you be good!"

"Wait, wait! But I'm good! I can help you be good!" The man's yelps carried in the dark tunnel.

The witch pressed her stone cold lips against his ear.

The witch pressed her stone cold lips against his ear. "You can't change what is already done.

The witch pressed her stone cold lips against his ear. "You can't change what is already done. You can't undo the past.

The witch pressed her stone cold lips against his ear. "You can't change what is already done. You can't undo the past. This is who I am, and this is who I will always be."

Sometimes, even the good will perish.

Sometimes, even the good will perish. In fairytales, the good will always win- by slaying the bad guy or turning them over to their side.

But perhaps you needed a taste of reality.

Written by: diana

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