The next day Katie arose with the sun like normal, she made breakfast for Mr. Soper-no Scott, he said to call him Scott now, but she had no appetite, she needed to talk to the Witch again. A few minutes later saw her in front of the witch’s door again, this time pounding on it.
“What did you do to me?” Katie Screamed with the witch opened the door.
“Come in dearie”
“No, I will not come in I want answers!”
“And I will not provide them on my doorstep for all the world to hear.”
Katie stepped in the hut.
“Well?!”
The witch did no respond putting the kettle on the fire and putting powders and herbs together in to two cups.
“Wait for the water, Dearie, have a seat”
With a Huff Katie did that, letting her frustration go, she could smell a faint sent in the air, lavender and something she could not place.
“What is this smoke?”
“Something to help you relax dearie, the tea is almost ready.”
“I do not want any tea; you did something to me yesterday!”
“I gave you some tea to help you relax and unburden yourself you needed that did you not?”
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“I do feel better, I needed to tell someone”
“Good so you have come to take my offer? Will you get your revenge? Will you become the Witch?”
Taking a deep breathe, and coughing from the smoke in the air, “No I will not, I will not be the witch I want to look him in the eye and tell him what he did to me, let him feel his flesh as its branded.”
“I can make a lot of that happen with my power but no have him look you in the eyes you would be able to watch from a distance, he can feel the brand caress his skin daily for years”
“I want something different I cannot be so passive with not be so passive with my life not when I was 13 abandoned by the orphanage, I came out here looking for my own life I took on the apprenticeship my Mr. Soper, I have never been a passive person nor will I be now.”
“I see dearie, there is someone else that might be able to help you in a different way. His name is Timothy Evans, he lives in the house just that is way over there.” The witch pointed off in the direction of another cabin not very much larger than the hut on the other edge of town.”
“You mean the drunk?”
“Not a drunk,” the witch said, “He was when he came to me but I helped him with that he is like you he had a great loss.”
“He is not like me he was not,” Katie tried to interrupt
“I will not share his story but you both know loss he sought drink, you seek revenge, go speak with him I cannot promise he will help you but he, if he chooses to do so would be best for the path you want to walk.”
A few minutes later Katie was in front of the drunk’s house-No Timothy Evan’s House-trying to decide if she wanted to go through with her plan to seek revenge. While trying to decide what she was going to do, the door opened and a middle-aged man with brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard, he looked well kempt put together, not like the drunk from a year ago. He was carrying a shovel.
He tossed the shovel towards me and said, “come with me bring the shovel.”
I picked up the shovel and followed him around the back of the house.
“Dig a hole three feet wide, six feet long, and six feet long two of them,” Timothy said.
“What?”
“You want my help?”
“Y-yes?”
“Then dig you have until sundown, if you can do this by sundown I will help you, if you cannot I will not help you, the sun is only going to set sooner the more you ask questions,” as he left, he said, “make sure the side are smooth and even” then he was back inside the house.