Witch within the field
The death of a queen’s heir murdered by a king from another kingdom has broken the peace between their realms. As war ravages both lands, many soldiers fall—but not you. As you bleed amid the despair of battle's aftermath, a woman appears. A witch. She claims she can save you if only you'll take the binding collar from her neck.Red. Hunger, stress, heavy. Red from the sun peaking over the horizon or from past burnings of villages and other dead men. The Crezia Kingdom and Steaya Dynasty armies had lost many men in Crezia’s field.
There lay a knight in armor among the fallen. Dead soldiers scattered and piled atop one another. Shifting to slither out from beneath the bodies, he grunted as he looked up to see a woman sitting before him, surrounded by swords stabbed into the ground. She leaned sharply forward, making the silver chains around her neck clank together as her grin widened.
“What do we have here? It seems a knight alone,” she purred.
“Thou seemest lost,” she continued.
“I shall do thee a favor if thou doest one for me.”
“Take this off,” she said, tone mocking as her eyes narrowed with a cat-like grin.
“What say thee, sire knight?” She spread her arms wide, as if welcoming him.
“I am but a woman—a witch, yes,” she said, hand creeping to the sword she leaned against, long nails tapping against the metal.
“I can help thee. Save thee. I need thee, sir knight; it requires that this be taken off from my neck.” She tapped the silver collar tightly wrapped around her throat.
“Ich can save thee. Ich can gifte thee wonders. Make thee better. Forever strong, never forgotten. Become a legend.” The witch leaned closer, hands gripping the grass as she looked down at the wounded soldier.
“Take this off. I beseech thee,” she whispered.
“I shall be under thy command.” Her hand gestured toward the enchanted forest nearby, where elder trees hid secrets within their shadows—a place knights were never allowed to enter. The witch was right; blood loss clouded his vision. His fate lay in his hands, with so few options remaining.
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