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"Once upon a time near the magical woods of Rúndawald lived a little girl and her mother. The little girl was a gentle soul, and when she was old enough to be sent to school in the nearby village, she was eager to meet the children that lived there and become their friend.

However, when she approached the children, they rejected her, because her mother was known to be a witch and the townsfolk were afraid of magic. No one would play with nor even talk to the little girl, so she spent her childhood years in solitude, only finding comfort in her plush toys at home. She would indeed play and talk with the stuffed animals for hours, pretending they were her friends. But after the little girl matured a bit, she painfully realized that she was deluding herself: her plush toys were only toys, empty items without a soul, no matter how hard she wanted them to be alive.

Years passed and the little girl grew into a fine young witch herself, having followed the teachings of her mother before the latter passed away. Now living by herself in her childhood's cottage, she had learned to brew herbs into glimmering elixirs, to chant prayers on candle-lit nights, and to hear ancient wisdom through the whispers of the wind. But though gifted the young witch was, her life still was a lonely one.

One day, as she was gathering hawthorn flowers, the young witch came across a group of children from the nearby village. They stared at her in curiosity, so she seized this opportunity to befriend them. Smiling, she naively offered them to smell the flowers' fragrance. But the children backed away; they squeaked she was a witch and the daughter of a witch, one that couldn't be trusted. This new rejection echoed the times when people shunned her as a child, and the young witch understood that the townsfolk had been talking behind her back ever since. First shocked and upset, she felt hatred fill her like the deadliest of poisons, and her sanity slipped away.

She bewitched the children, so they would stop cackling and follow her obediently to her cottage. There, she put them to sleep, drew their blood, and used it to brew a potion in her mother's cauldron. Ultimately, using the potion to summon a forbidden magic, she sealed the children's souls into her old plush toys, breathing life into them. This way, the young witch now had the companions she had always been longing for. She would no longer be alone.

Meanwhile, in the nearby village, the children who went missing were never found again."

🏆 This artwork won the "Halloween " contest host by THE-ART-REALM .

© Blunell. All rights reserved.
🚫 Do not use or repost my work.

Description
"Once upon a time near the magical woods of Rúndawald lived a little girl and her mother. The little girl was a gentle soul, and when she was old enough to be sent to school in the nearby village, she was eager to meet the children that lived there and become their friend.

However, when she approached the children, they rejected her, because her mother was known to be a witch and the townsfolk were afraid of magic. No one would play with nor even talk to the little girl, so she spent her childhood years in solitude, only finding comfort in her plush toys at home. She would indeed play and talk with the stuffed animals for hours, pretending they were her friends. But after the little girl matured a bit, she painfully realized that she was deluding herself: her plush toys were only toys, empty items without a soul, no matter how hard she wanted them to be alive.

Years passed and the little girl grew into a fine young witch herself, having followed the teachings of her mother before the latter passed away. Now living by herself in her childhood's cottage, she had learned to brew herbs into glimmering elixirs, to chant prayers on candle-lit nights, and to hear ancient wisdom through the whispers of the wind. But though gifted the young witch was, her life still was a lonely one.

One day, as she was gathering hawthorn flowers, the young witch came across a group of children from the nearby village. They stared at her in curiosity, so she seized this opportunity to befriend them. Smiling, she naively offered them to smell the flowers' fragrance. But the children backed away; they squeaked she was a witch and the daughter of a witch, one that couldn't be trusted. This new rejection echoed the times when people shunned her as a child, and the young witch understood that the townsfolk had been talking behind her back ever since. First shocked and upset, she felt hatred fill her like the deadliest of poisons, and her sanity slipped away.

She bewitched the children, so they would stop cackling and follow her obediently to her cottage. There, she put them to sleep, drew their blood, and used it to brew a potion in her mother's cauldron. Ultimately, using the potion to summon a forbidden magic, she sealed the children's souls into her old plush toys, breathing life into them. This way, the young witch now had the companions she had always been longing for. She would no longer be alone.

Meanwhile, in the nearby village, the children who went missing were never found again."

🏆 This artwork won the "Halloween " contest host by THE-ART-REALM .

© Blunell. All rights reserved.
🚫 Do not use or repost my work.