The next morning, Krimsyn didn’t wake up oh-so peacefully like normal. Of course she expected one of the girls in her house to be spooked awake by the tea kettle fixing tea on its own, but she for certain did not expect to hear a knock on the door.
‘Maybe one of the girls accidentally locked themselves outside’ She thought, slipping out of bed.
She walked through her kitchen in her striped knitted sweater, leggings, and bunny slippers, past the independent tea kettle she had grown fond of.
She opened the door, expecting this to be yet another prank from the little kids that lived about 3 miles into the town, but oh was she wrong. Krimson didn’t fear much, but she did fear dark witches.
The oak door swings open, Krimsyn’s hand placed firmly on the back of it, revealing a girl, much taller than Krimsyn, with black curly hair and white irises, wearing quite an odd mix of clothes: a long purple skirt, a white puff-sleeve shirt, a brown corset, brown low boots, and princess gloves.
Krimsyn’s eyes widen for a moment, she knew instantly, this was a dark witch.
“Hello,” the girl smirked, straightening from her place on the porch, leaning on the spruce pillar. “Is this the residence of a Kaylee Kicks?”
Krimsyn mentally slapped herself and forced herself to talk, “Uh.. no actually..” She forced a smile. “I’m uh.. Krimsyn.”
“Ah, yes, they call you that too, don’t they?” The witch tilted her head in the most eerie way possible. “My names Belladonna Fae. I was just visiting in the town a couple miles that way and realised.. I’m only a few mere miles away from the great Elemental!”
Krimsyn gulped, hoping the white-eyed witch in front of her was just stopping for a quick chat. Much to her dismay, however, Belladonna was quick to invite herself in, pushing past the red-head.
Krimsyn stood in the doorway, debating whether the idea in her head was good or bad. She looked down at her emergency bag, and deciding that no idea is simply just good or just bad, she snatched her bag off the ground and swung her old brown coat around her shoulders. She swiftly marched out of the house.
‘Surely my clueless company can handle themselves for a couple days…’ The short girl thought silently to herself, standing outside the cottage, chimney still shooting out puffs of smoke into the pleasant early morning air.
Krimsyn sighed, turned to the East, and began her journey many miles past the nearby village.
She needed backup. After all, there was a witch in town, which meant a battle was brewing.
There was only one person young Krimsyn new that had enough experience with witches, dark witches, for that matter.
The one and only, Pierson Endina.
