Beauty and the Beast
Mayell, the Witch
Third Person POV
A witch, who was over 200 hundred years old was Kenna’s only hope. The problem was, Jinxx and her hated each other. He had stolen her book of spells and she hated him for that, ever since it’s been a fight of bad neighbors, even though she lived 100 miles away.
Despite their differences, he wanted to save Kenna, and Mayell was her only hope. Kenna reminded Jinxx of his younger sister. They had been taken to different villages when his parents dies and he missed her. Like Kenna, his sister loved flowers, and she had a kind heart.
Jinxx got in the carriage early that morning. He put a protection spell on himself and the carriage and the horses. It would only last until the moon rose so he needed to act fast.
Those horses went as fast as they could carry the carriage, and made it to the old house. Half of the shingles were missing, and the other half were warped from water damage. The porch in front of the house held a sad rocking chair that rocked back and forth, even though no one was in it. It squeaked slowly as Jinxx approached it. It stopped when he stepped onto the rotten wood.
“Can it Niko.” He whispered to the chair.
The chair continued to rock back and forth as a women of medium height opened the door. She looked young and beautiful, but it was only an illusion. She had scars under her eyes from various rituals. A cross hung around her neck. Her thick brown hair reched her waist.
She looked Jinxx and up and snarled. She held her hand up to her chin, reveling long sharp blood red nails. “What brings you here thief?” She said, her voice was low for a woman, you could still tell a woman was talking but it was too low for Jinxx.
“A girl has been poisoned by a necromancer. You’re the only one who can help.”
She through her head back and laughed, her large breasts bobbing up and down. She stopped and flattened her dark brown dress with her hands. “No.” She spit in his face and closed the door.
Jinxx threw it open without touching it and stepped inside. “You’re the only hope this girl has, Mayell.”
She turned her head, but did not look at him. Her hand still at her face level, as if to show her nails off. She had a small smile on her face. “I do not fuck around with necromancers, Jinxxy.” He hated when she called him that.
“That’s what I thought, you’re too weak to do it.” As Jinxx was turning around back to the door she swooped in front of him. Her feet probably didn’t even touch the ground.
“I can do anything I want.” She got in his face.
He did the same back. “Then prove it.”
She backed away and gave him a sly smile, her hand still in the same position. “Where is this girl?”
A witch, who was over 200 hundred years old was Kenna’s only hope. The problem was, Jinxx and her hated each other. He had stolen her book of spells and she hated him for that, ever since it’s been a fight of bad neighbors, even though she lived 100 miles away.
Despite their differences, he wanted to save Kenna, and Mayell was her only hope. Kenna reminded Jinxx of his younger sister. They had been taken to different villages when his parents dies and he missed her. Like Kenna, his sister loved flowers, and she had a kind heart.
Jinxx got in the carriage early that morning. He put a protection spell on himself and the carriage and the horses. It would only last until the moon rose so he needed to act fast.
Those horses went as fast as they could carry the carriage, and made it to the old house. Half of the shingles were missing, and the other half were warped from water damage. The porch in front of the house held a sad rocking chair that rocked back and forth, even though no one was in it. It squeaked slowly as Jinxx approached it. It stopped when he stepped onto the rotten wood.
“Can it Niko.” He whispered to the chair.
The chair continued to rock back and forth as a women of medium height opened the door. She looked young and beautiful, but it was only an illusion. She had scars under her eyes from various rituals. A cross hung around her neck. Her thick brown hair reched her waist.
She looked Jinxx and up and snarled. She held her hand up to her chin, reveling long sharp blood red nails. “What brings you here thief?” She said, her voice was low for a woman, you could still tell a woman was talking but it was too low for Jinxx.
“A girl has been poisoned by a necromancer. You’re the only one who can help.”
She through her head back and laughed, her large breasts bobbing up and down. She stopped and flattened her dark brown dress with her hands. “No.” She spit in his face and closed the door.
Jinxx threw it open without touching it and stepped inside. “You’re the only hope this girl has, Mayell.”
She turned her head, but did not look at him. Her hand still at her face level, as if to show her nails off. She had a small smile on her face. “I do not fuck around with necromancers, Jinxxy.” He hated when she called him that.
“That’s what I thought, you’re too weak to do it.” As Jinxx was turning around back to the door she swooped in front of him. Her feet probably didn’t even touch the ground.
“I can do anything I want.” She got in his face.
He did the same back. “Then prove it.”
She backed away and gave him a sly smile, her hand still in the same position. “Where is this girl?”
Notes
If any of you didn't see, I posted a picture of what Mayell looks like.
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3/4/15