The Witch Academy

01: Poisonous Berries

50 years ago, the villagers believed that there was some sort of magic going around in the town. So forth, they had a plan to test if their thoughts were correct.

Four days went by and they still haven't found out who or what was causing the magic. Until one day, a man named Frederick Roy Raymond noticed a woman named Ruth picking poisonous berries by the creek. He asked her,

"Excuse me, are you alright?"

"Oh hello, yes I'm well, just picking berries" she replied.

"These berries are poisonous, there are some berries by the river northeast from here" Frederick responded.

"Oh yes, thank you sir" she smiled.

"I can walk with you to the river, if you would have me" he smiled.

"Yes that would be lovely" she answers.

As they both walk side by side, glancing at the bright sunlight. Frederick knew that there was something special about Ruth, but he didn't know what it was.

Soon after, they became friends and Frederick found himself in love with her. Weeks later, he was on another 'mission' to find out what was causing the witchery. He soon stopped at Ruth's chamber. He knocked a couple times until there was no answer. He twisted the knob not thinking it would creek open. He stepped inside and gasped at what he had laid his eyes on.

There were potions, spell books, and a boiling cauldron in the fireplace. He walked in, and saw the berries that Ruth was picking on the day they met. Beside was a spell book open to a page titled, "The Curse of the Dead."

Underneath, were words that he couldn't comprehend nor say. Frederick went to flee from the chamber when Ruth was by the entryway.

"What are you doing, Frederick?" she asked.

"Um, Ruth. Hello, I knocked.. you never answered" he fumbled.

"Frederick, you can't just walk into someone's chamber" she retorted.

"Could that be because you are possibly a monster?" he questioned.

Frederick couldn't even comprehend what was happening. He was utterly and completely in love with a woman who could possibly be a monster.

Ruth laughed.

"A monster?"

"Yes a monster!! You are the one who completed that witchery!" he winced.

"I am not a monster," she frowned.

Ruth flicked her hand and Frederick went flying into a chair. She ran to her spell book and started whispering these words.

"Levi-dona, weep to paltrova, pari-quo rotas"

Black dust started rising from the floorboards. Paintings being shaken up, and groans coming from in and around the woods.

Ruth glimpsed at the chair Frederick was supposed to be in, but realized he had been able to run since it took all her strength and power to do the other spell.

Ruth ran to her door to open it, yet saw angry villagers with torches. She was forcefully taken away and pinned to a wood pole.

"Any last words?" an angry man yelled.

Ruth tried to speak, but nothing came out. From the corner of her eye, she saw Frederick behind the villagers. She couldn't speak. All that she could make out was a single tear.

"On the count of three" yelled a woman.

As all the villagers yelled, they all threw their torches at Ruth.

Frederick heard the groans from the woods stop. The spell had paused since Ruth had passed. They thought that the witch line had been taken care of considering Ruth had died. Little did they know, there was much more yet to come.