“It's hammer time!”
Bob the Builder* #quote
Today I went to la la la land. I sent home a postcard. Anyway onto
the flash fiction!
The Spell Tree
The young witch with the help of her
mother finally had readied her first spell tree for harvest. She
plant her the seed in just the right place. She had to fertilize the
soil with the bodies of goblins and water it with dragon's blood. The
tree would gather dark magic and the greatest curses could be born
from its fruit.
At least that's what supposed happen
with the spell tree of a normal witch.
But this young witch had actually
sprinkled fairy dust on the soil so that as the tree grew instead of
creating dark magic, good, pure magic would grow. She had learned
that this would happen from an old book tucked away in the back of
her mother's spell book library. When the fruit became ripe she
quickly took them off the tree. The mother thought that the fruit
weren't even becoming ripe.
But when the mother finally found a ripe
fruit she inspected it. She noticed how unusual it was and tasted it.
From that taste she could tell it was not an dark magic fruit. She
confronted the young witch and the young witch admitted to what she
was doing. She told her mother she was taking them to market and
selling the fruit to all the good wizards to save up money to buy a
wand to cast good magic because her wand could only cast evil magic.
She wanted to cast the good spells herself. The mother brought the
young witch inside the house, spanked her and grounded her.
What the young witch didn't tell her mother was that she actually
took most of the fruit and planted it in the garden so that soon the
entire garden would be filled with pure magic spell trees.
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