A Witch and her Dragon 001
Chapter One Outside a tavern in a small village called Midland sat a poor beggar man of quite an old age. Accepting coins from whoever gave him pity, but other than that, he kept to himself. The town folk didn’t know what else to do with the silent man and mostly ignored his stench. It was a rainy day when the town’s witch came to the tavern. Dressed in her usually muted garb, she looked nothing like the old crone she should have been. There had to be a primordial power keeping her look youthful, for the old man had not seen her age since he was young. He didn’t know why she ventured this far from her cottage; she was not known to converse with many people in the village besides those who sought her out for healings or potions. It was not a few minutes later that she stepped back outside, her feet covered in blood, holding the same black dagger the Master’s son had been sporting just a few days prior. The old man looked ...