Heed My Warnings and Survive (Second Draft)

Chapter Six

Zander

I walked toward the small hut, as I entered the woman inside turned towards me. Her slender figure was beautiful, and alluring, and her long glistening curls reminded me of my beloved wifes, but the beauty of the witch had momentarily confused me as to why I came, until my eyes found her sneering smile that ruined the image. I straightened as I remembered my purpose in coming here.

“Hello young man,” She said. Her voice was raspy, like a sword scraping against stone. I took a deep intake of breath.

“I require your assistance,” I said in a clear tone. Her face fell into a serious look.

“Oh I so hoped you were only here to see me. Everyone always comes asking for favors,” She said pouting, her voice morphed into a soft silky sound, that would draw most men in, but I held my ground,

“I need you to return two souls to me,” I said. The witch smiled her gastly smile.

“And what do I get in return?” She asked, sounding as though she thought I came here without a plan. I smiled kindly.

“The souls of the two people I was once close to,” I told her. She smiled, not a sneer this time, but a beautiful smile. I knew she liked it better when there was atomicity in her trades. She nodded to me.

“Who’s souls do you wish to return to their bodies?”

“My wife, and my sons. Neireida, and Thomas,”

“And whos will you give me when they die?”

“Draven, and Finley, and if I fail to fulfill this, you may take my soul” the woman sneered once again.

“Sit by the fire. I need to access your memory, so I don’t bring back the wrong people.” I nodded and sat on the hard wooden chair next to the strangely cold fire. The witch placed her middle, and forefinger on my temples, and I was forced into viewing the memories of the people I wanted to be saved, and people I didn’t, but as I watched the memories of my former friends, my anger began to eb, and I questioned my reason as to why I was here, then came the memory of my wife, and childs broken bodies under our demolished home, and my anger resurged.

The witch removed her hands from my temples, and my eyes, which I hadn’t even realized were closed, opened. The witch leaned over my shoulder, and looked at me, inches away from my face.

“I have all I need. Return to your camp, and I shall join you presently,” she said. I turned my face towards her, trying not to let her know how the close quarters made me uncomfortable.

“Your coming with us?” I asked. She nodded.

“I’ve been cooped up here for so long, I need to stretch my legs.”