You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
Nervous I take a quick glance to the entrance of the tent, before I quickly dust of the cushion and sit down. With her piercing gaze still on me, the hag slowly moves towards me. As she comes closer and closer, the flickering light of the candles reveals her deeply wrinkled face, her straggly hair and the almost non-humanly pale skin tone of the hag. „Tell me little man. Tell me… where is she?“ she asks while ever so slightly tilting her head to the side. „Who?… Wha… What.t.t“ I really tried to stay calm, but my voice was trembling. The cold stare of the hag felt like freezing needles piercing through my physical body right into my soul, my very existence. I took a deep breath, hoping to regain my confidence. „So you… y.. y.. you know about…“ I started again. „Of course I know about the girl“ her words sent shivers down my spine. How could I be so stupid? If she knows about the girl she will do everything in her power to get her. We were doomed!
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