My Personal Witch. Notes of a Familiar

My witch is gone. Her body was burned, and her ashes scattered over the field so her soul could leave this world forever. Her house is now boarded up, empty, and cold—just like my life. I’m left alone, driven by superstitious people whose fear of black cats is stronger than common sense. I need a new witch so I can regain fullness and warmth… I suppose I’ll go to the cemetery. I heard that the lord’s youngest daughter has died. And they say that witches also existed in their family line…