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In the midst of a once in two hundred year storm currently raging in Windwood, a woman stood in the forest surrounding the kingdom, a witch as people around town would call her if questioned. Back in town people were in a panic about the storm, extreme weather of any sort being completely foreign to their idyllic lives within the city. Peasants staying in their small homes, holding the rotten wooden doors shut from the gale-ing winds, knights and servants hiding within the stone walls of the grand castle, business owners hiding in their stores, fortified, thanks to the nobles patronage.
All the while The king is escorted into the kingdom's underground, the furthest possible place from the storm, and coincidentally our witch, Annabelle.
In the eye of the storm Annabelle was sat as carefree as any one person could possibly be seen. Animals congregating around her for safety as the storm raged on, the smell of the foxes wet fur wafting through the wind, butterflies becoming one with it as they struggled in an attempt to reach her. Amidst the chaos she began singing a soothing song to all who were near
“everything continues to swirl
A storm constantly changing
Swaying like a tree lit aflame”, as she continued and as the foxes, squirrels, and birds all came to a stand still around her so did the storm eventually reach its end alongside the dying out of her voice “allow me to be the rain melting away
Let me pay for the air to slow
As everything continues to swirl”. The animals all stared at Annabelle as she sparks back to life “well, now wasn't that intense?” she says looking down at the creatures around her.
“Anyway! I should be on my way now, Bye lil foxxy” said Annabelle as she cheerily made her way out of the clearing, further from the kingdom than any other person would venture. Unbeknownst to our dear Annabelle there was someone else in those woods that day, a girl from the kingdom named Naomi.
“Wow” whispers Naomi, star struck by the auburn haired witch she had heard so much about. See Naomi was supposed to be at home today, having recently been suspended for forging, a frankly absurd number of signatures. She didn't use them for anything as far as the institute could tell but her desk was filled with practice paper after practice paper. Instead however here she was, sat in the woods, eyes wide, having just seen a storm come to a stand still at a few mere words.
And as she is quickly realising also watching said person disappear from her sight with no certainty of ever seeing her again “WAIT, Witch, come back please!” she yells as she tries her best to catch up.