The witches hut was dimly lit, candles atop dust covered skulls were lighting her room, she was sat on a rickety old stool brewing mystical potions.

She had foreseen the kings death before she was told of the news, and to her prediction coming true came the hate of many of the villagers.

Most of the villagers had attempted to stay away from the witch due to her dark and misplaced nature in this happy town. Some even believed her to be the cause of all their misfortune.

The witch was a tall beautiful younger green skinned woman wearing dark purple robes. She did not feel that all problems should be blamed on her, she was the town witch and protector of the castle but that was looked passed as soon as some tiny error was apparent.

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As the witch was drinking one of her freshly brewed potions her eyes began to glow, a vision of flames filled her eyes, the dead clawing through the city and a dark robed figure stood atop the towns castle, nearing the finishing of the vision the witch saw the sprouting of wings from behind the building and the sudden thundering take off of a large dragon like figure.

She fell to the floor, stumbled across her room, she slammed into her door opening it outwards, the witch sprinted to the castle to the warn her ruler of the impending danger that was ahead.