-1Prologue
In a small hut in a wood stood a sickly young women out side a small wooden shack. She raised her hand to knock on the door but just before her hand even touch the door, a voice from in the hut beckoned her in.
"How did you know I was out there." asked the sickly young women squinting through the dimly lighted hut to find the source of the voice that had granted her entrance into the hut.
A raspy voice replied just before she was about to ask the question again.
" I knew you where going to come before you could even talk"
"Are you the witch---" the sickly woman was cut off by the mysterious voice.
"Of the legends, yes I am. And I can help you with your problem."
"How did ---" she was once again cut off by the voice.
"Your physical health is deteriorating and the spell you want me to cast will use the last of your life force."
"I am prepared for the task, now what do I do?" asked the woman
A blue light shined on the floor. When the light dimmed a shimmering symbol was showing on the floor. "sit across from the symbol of the cat"
With great difficulty she was on the floor and gasping in pain. When she had finished getting on the floor the witch appeared. The sickly woman stared in awe. The witch was a frail old woman. If the witch where to stand as straight as she could she would barley reach her the sick woman's knee. She was shocked because when ever she had heard the legends the witch always appeard as a young beautiful woman. Maybe she appeared like that for men after all she heard the legends from men.