The Red Witch was more than satisfied with the bargain she’d made with me. As she walked around her modest cottage, Elsbeth exercised her new abilities. Before her encounter with me, the witch had to wave her hand to fulfill her wishes. After my intervention, all she had to do was think of what she wanted, and it was done. She soon filled her humble abode with all the accouterments she had always wanted—beautiful furniture, exquisite gowns and shoes, and the tastiest morsels she could conjure. The female had wanted an extravagant life as a child with Dame Mother. Finally, she had it all.
But why stop with such simple things?
I intervened once more and manipulated her mind. She had to think on a much grander scale. After all, chaos never happened to those who couldn’t imagine greatness.
With my help, Elsbeth considered all she could do as a more powerful witch. No longer would she have to run from the hunters. She could easily stop them with a mere thought. Perhaps even banish their memory from the Earth. No other witch would have to worry about the gallows or the executioner’s blade. The idea filled her with such joy.
I nearly puked. My intent was not for her to suddenly do good in the world.
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish