Zombies...those were just too easy. When you got close enough to them you could just use healing magic and POOF! They turned into dust. But I was a pretty powerful cleric after all. Oh, and not only pretty powerful, but pretty in every way possible.
But before you start judging and making stuff up, I'll tell you that I am not cocky, I just have a healthy portion of self-confidence. Plus I look super cute and all. I mean my long blonde and greenish hair, matching my emerald eyes. Of course I had acquired a pair of earrings that matched too.
But yeah, at the moment I was clearing out some zombies for this old witch. Her name was Malady. She shows up approximately once a year around the time of Halloween and act all helpless. She asks people to help collect weird ingredients and such. I don't think she is helpless at all, in fact she might be one of the strongest witches around. Which, by the way, is infuriating. I mean she is an old hag, who does not perfect her skills nor does she want to reveal any of the secrets to her powers. The least skilled people could do is try to perfect what skills they possess or try to learn others how to make use of these skills.
Well, I may not like Malady much, but I still help her. Why? I don't know, I have an idea why, but I don't know. I think it is because of my sister. She was such a nice person and from time to time I want to be like her. But she is not with me anymore. In fact for all I know she is probably dead. But no time to get emotional now. I have to help Malady… but maybe she knows how I get my sister back… No I can't think like that. Just try to look nice and be nice for once. And I already got the looks.
- Jean Pucelly