Username: LokisTrick
Name: Blythe
Why does Blythe keep her hair long?
As Witch hair grows, Magic Flows.
But beware,
if hair is cut, the door is shut.
The tower rose high above the thick woods. Blythe gazed out at shifting green leaves that were fading to gold as fall winds swept through the land. Her Mother was due to return this afternoon with supplies. Sometimes Blythe saw hints of smoke on the western horizon, so she was fairly certain that’s where the village was. She had not been outside the forest since she was a young girl, Mother made it clear she was to stay near the tower. That she could leave at all was a recently earned privilege.
The creaky wooden door below opened. “Blythe! Where are you?” Blythe sprung up from her windowseat, startled.
“Up here Mother!”
“Well come down, I brought you something.”
Blythe rushed down the spiral staircase to the kitchen, her mother had dropped her bags and snapped a fire into existence in the hearth. On the counter was a pot with purple flowers growing on a vine. “A present for you dear.”
Blythe smiled faintly, she loved plants, but presents never meant anything good.
“Thank you Mother.”
The Witch’s eyes softened. “Oh Blythe, I’m sorry you must live secluded amongst the woods. But your father grew jealous of my powers and out of rage, cut my hair. So many people depended on me, on my abilities. And you my daughter, you are no witch, but with the last bit of magic I possessed I tricked Mother Magic into thinking my hair was yours, a simple substitution. Now I have my powers, but I must keep you safe from those who would harm me through you. You understand, don’t you dear?”
Blythe squeezed her fists, unaware of the flower that suddenly bloomed behind her.
“Yes Mother.”
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