I woke up on the cold floor of what appeared to be a makeshift home. The walls were baren except for a couple of curtain hanging up acting as doors and what I really hoped was a really large dinner table with no chairs and not a sacrificing table in the middle of the room. When I sat up I realized that I was chained to the wall behind me by my foot and placed in front of me was sewing equipment and a torn wedding dress.

"Tailor shall mend and reap what is sewn, and soon I ,Calistra, will find my Kings home," said a voice to the left of me. I looked over and saw the old lady that was the whole cause of my problems holding a plate of food in front of me. She set it down next to me walked over to her little stove of fire.

"You're Calistra," I said after I processed her name, "the witch from the story. You're real!"

"I am," she said, not turning around to face me, "tailor shall mend and reap what is sewn."

"Yeah listen Taylor has some bad news for you, she has never sewn a day in her life," I said looking at the materials placed in front of me.

"Tailor shall mend and reap what is sewn," the lady said turning around and pointing to the materials.

"Taylor will not," I said,

"Tailor shall mend," the lady said a little louder than the last time.

"Taylor can not," I said stressing the can. Now she looked furious and I know that was probably the wrong move.

"Threw and threw the needle goes, pull tight to make me my new clothes," she said.

"Okay please stop with the weird haiku as," I said picking up the needle and thread, that's what they're called right? I pushed the needle through the fabric of two pieces and tied a knot when I was done. Then I cut the string and studied my handy work, uh why are my hands wrinkle?

"Together!," the lady shouted, why is her voice much smoother, "keep sewing!" I looked at was left and signed there is no way I could do this all, but if it meant she wouldn't hurt me or do anything witch like I had no choice. By dinner time I had fixed the bottom layer of the dress and the lace skirt. I also stabbed myself about 20 times and found multiple moles I never knew I had all over my body.

"There," I said showing her the parts I fixed, "may I take a rest?" She nodded delighted with new found energy and less gray hair.

"This is perfect!" Calistra said, "you have done a fine job on the bottom, but there is still much to do! Also the veil has to be fixed as well." Calistra started to ramble off, but I was no longer listing because I was to tired and her voice for some reason was very soothing to listen to, it was like honey. I drifted off into sleep and when I woke up the next day I felt worse that when I went to bed. Calistra was right there when I woke up with a bunch of fruit and new thread.

"Time to sew!," she said to me, "you're almost halfway there." I shook my head and groaned at her enthusiasm.

"No," I said, "I'm too tired." Apparently that was the wrong answer because the food I was just about to reach for suddenly disappeared and the chain around my ankle grew warm, until it was almost burning.

"FIX THE DRESS!" Calistra shouted as the mental grew warmer until I shouted in pain.

"Okay! I'll do it," I said in tears, "I'll fix your dress. Please stop." She looked at me before she managed to cool down, along with the metal. It grew quiet in the house except for my quivering hiccups.

"You will get food after you fix the top lace," she said as she stormed away. I pulled my knees to my chest and sobbed into them. Now I was truly afraid for my life, but even if I sewed the dress up I could tell that it wasn't going to end well either. For the rest of the morning I basically sewed and cried, calling for Brady ever so often. Around lunch time Calistra came back with another bowl of fruit and I silently showed her what I did.

"Wonderful!" she said with a twinkle in her eye and a bright smile I never saw before, "now do the sleeves and-" Suddenly there was a knock at the door and her sentence was cut short. She glided over to the door and put her hand on the handle, but before she turned it she waved her hand which caused the dress to wrap itself around my face and muffle any sound I would make.

"Hello village Elder?" a voice asked from behind the door, which I immediately knew was Gino.

"Yes?" she asked.

"I need your help," he said, "my grandma is extremely sick and I need your assistance in medicine."

"Can't you ask the medicine man?" she replied annoyed, "I am quite busy right now."

"It's important and really serious," he said with urgency, "if you don't come now I am afraid it will be too late!"

"Listen…"

"I will pay you whatever you want," he said which perked Calista's interest, "gold, diamonds, you name it my friends are the kings of Kinkow. I can get you anything."

NO NO NO! Gino! Don't drag them into this!

"Kings you say?" Calistra quote, "well I guess I can see what I can do. Just give me a minute." She closed the door and walked over to me pulling down the dress that covered my face.

"Listen well and listen good," she said staring right into my eyes, "I will be back tomorrow morning and that dress better be finished. You try to escape and I will hurt everyone you ever loved."

"Why are you doing this," I managed to say.

"Beauty always has a price my dear girl, and this time you have the bill," she said while grabbing her coat and walking out the door. I was then involved in complete silence with only the sound of my harsh breathing was there to bounce off the empty walls. Picking up a sleeve I began to stitch it back on until I was done with one side.

"Brady where are you," I said crying into the dress, "I don't want to be alone and I am scared."