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.”
Aziya wrapped her coat tighter around her shoulders, searching for the unknown voice across the cabin. The dinginess of the cabin was all too familiar to Aziya, it reminded her of her youth and the environment she was forced to grow up in. "I'd rather stand," she replied, maneuvering more into the room. She locked eyes with the weird old woman, a deep gasp erupted from her mouth as memories flooded her consciousness. "You!" she pointed with a shaky finger. "Me?" the hag replied snarkily. The coldness that once filled her body was now replaced with flares of heats with her gaze narrowing and in a blitz of red, she picked up the first object she could see and tossed it across the room. Glass shattered everywhere and she'd even managed to nick a finger in the process. But she cared not as she stalked across the room, towering over the elder woman as she sat. As she stood, she took it upon herself to examine the woman's features closely. This couldn't be her, she died so long ago.. Aziya thought, patting her left side where her weapon of choice was supposed to be. "I've been robbed! Fooled! Starved and neglected!" The younger woman's appearance was crazed, her throat bubbling with laughter that echoed throughout the the cabin. The sheer frustration that leaked from her tone outweighed the wariness she had before. "The circus.. they treated us like animals! They promised me everything and look what I'm left- wait you're not Agatha." she muttered. Aziya's cheeks began to feel hot at her sudden outburst. With a small smile the hag spoke once more, "Certainly enough, my name isn't Agatha! You've traveled far take a seat while I brew you some tea, and then feel free to tell me more about your circus."
