Shawn held out his 'The Undead is Coming' sign like he always did every day. And just like before, no one believed him.
"I'm serious!" he exclaimed. "When the undead rise from their underground lair, Pahkitew is done! Gone!" But when he was ignored yet again, he sighed. "I wish people would believe me..." he muttered.
"That can be arranged."
Shawn was startled by the voice. He quickly turned around, only to see a green-eyed girl with red-orange hair. "Wh-Who are you?" he asked.
"Call me the Scarlett Witch," the girl answered. "You might have heard about me."
"The Scarlett Witch?" Shawn asked. "Aren't you that wish-granting alchemist?"
"Correct," the Scarlett Witch said. "And you wished to have people believe you about the undead invading Pahkitew."
"So you believe me?" Shawn asked hopefully.
"Of course," the Scarlett Witch replied. "Now come with me. I'll grant your wish."
When the Scarlett Witch brought Shawn to her grotto, she went to work on the potion. "I must warn you," she said. "My potions have dangerous consequences if you're n-"
"Yeah I get it," Shawn said, creeped out by a swamp beast lurking in the corner. "Just make everyone believe me."
"Alright," the Scarlett Witch said. "If you say so."
And so, the Scarlett Witch worked on the potion. She took out a bottle, poured black ooze into a jeweled cup, added some red liquid and greyish dust, and mixed the substances with a small silver spoon. "Now for the last ingredient," the alchemist said. "I need you to spit into the potion."
"No problem," Shawn said. He spit into the ooze, making it bubble into a muddy brown color.
"Now you must drink all of this potion," the Scarlett Witch explained. "And leave no drop behind or it will not work."
Shawn scoffed as he picked up the cup. "This isn't my first potion." Then he drank the potion.
But nothing happened.
"Did it work?" Shawn asked.
"Only when you get back to Pahkitew," the Scarlett Witch explained. "I'm sure that everyone will believe you now."
When Shawn got back to Pahkitew, he resumed his 'job'. "You must believe me!" he exclaimed. "Pahkitew must be protected from- AAAAAAHHHHH!"
Shawn dropped his sign and clutched his stomach. He felt intense pain as his appearance changed. His skin became pale and his body became thin, exposing his bones. It was a miracle that his peasant clothes stayed on. When it was done, he picked up his sign and tried to resume his warning.
But all he could do was moan.
Shawn covered his mouth in shock. "Did that come from my mouth?" he thought.
A woman saw Shawn and gasped. "It's an undead!" she exclaimed.
"That boy was right!" a man hollered. "They are invading!"
"Let's get him!" a another man yelled.
Shawn moaned as he tried to run. Luckily, he had transformed into a fast undead, so he was able to escape the forming mob.
Back at the Scarlett Witch's grotto, Shawn confronted the alchemist. He groaned in anger. "Hold on a minute," she said. Then she took out a translation potion and gave it to the brunette boy, who quickly drank every drop of it.
"What did you do to me?!" Shawn asked angrily when he finished the translation potion.
"I made everyone believe you were right about the undead invading," the Scarlett Witch explained.
"By turning me into an undead?!" Shawn questioned.
"I tried to warn you," the Scarlett Witch said. "My potions have dangerous consequences if you're not specific."
"Dangerous consequences?!" Shawn repeated. "What was that potion?!"
"An undead potion," the Scarlett Witch explained. "With some blood and bone dust for a permanent affect."
"So I'm stuck like this forever?!" Shawn asked.
"Don't yell at me," the Scarlett Witch said. "You were the one who wanted people to believe you about the undead invading. So now they do."
That did it for Shawn. This alchemist had a good point. If he specified what he wanted, he wouldn't have been cursed into an undead forever. "What am I going to do?" he asked, calming down.
The Scarlett Witch gave him a nearby cloak. "Wear this and stay hidden," the Scarlett Witch answered. "And try not to get killed."
When Shawn arrived at Pahkitew, he hid in a alleyway and looked among the locals. He knew they were looking for him, and it was because of him. If he wasn't careful, they were going to kill him.
So Shawn pulled up the cloak's hood and sneaked into the shadows, never to be seen by the public eye again.
A/N: And the prologues are done! Be on the lookout for the upcoming fairytale coming this soon.
PS, I want to give a big congratulations to Shawn for winning the season! He deserved that million!