PREQUEL
It was dark. The sun tried to shine through the never-ending clouds but was unsuccessful. A certain gloom rode through the air like a fog, but did not clear in the light. The small town was huddled indoors, within the light. All except a girl, walking along a dismal lane, keeping her head down and holding a basket. She stopped at the corner and sprinted into a diner, the door opened and spilled light onto the black pavement. A shout went up inside the diner and the girl was cast out. She continued to walk down the lane hugging the basket closer.
She came to an intersection and fretfully glanced about, before crossing. A humming started up as she continued down the lane. She paused and stared back at the intersection. The left turn was lit up green. Witches, she thought. She had heard about the witch trials in America. Maybe they were here now after being cast out. She cautiously walked to the intersection and looked down the lane. The light came from the old woman's hut. She unintentionally held her breath as she neared the hut. The door creaked open and a rich, slow, eeky voice called out from within.
"Come in, Sarina. It is your destiny…" She paused and opened the door farther. Inside there was no person. There was only a large black pot which bubbled and glowed green. The voice said again, "Come in Sarina, it is your destiny…" Sarina walked over to the pot and peered inside. A blood curdling laughing came from not the pot, but from a cloaked figure behind her. She had enough time to turn around and start screaming before the figures hood came off, revealing a beautiful young woman who continued to push Sarina into the pot behind her. A blast of yellow light blew the pot to smithereens and sent the woman out of the now ruined hut. The woman smiled although a trickle of blood had escaped her mouth. "Don't worry, Sarina, you will find help. The prophecy only said a child of the big three, who said it didn't have to be you?
An echoing voice that brought visions of pain and suffering blew over the small town. "You have cursed this town. You will never succeed and she shall face the worst of it all."
The woman smiled. "I was hoping you say that. For she was only a pawn. An entirely innocent being!" The woman cackled joyfully and fell to her knees in the sudden unseen agony. She took her final breath and said in a voice not entirely her own, "I have caused this. I will face destiny. I will never fade away, for I am the mighty Gadlorey!" She continued to cackle until her breath was extinguished by the first lightning bolt of the storm over head.