The forest was sunny in all but one spot. The area near the creek was storming. That's because that's where Pepa Madrigal had set up camp. She had been on the run for about a day in a half. She sat on the rocky soil, trying to keep calm. If the storm above her head got bigger, her family would be alerted of her location. She didn't know if she could go home after what she had done.
"Weird weather we're having," a voice said. A woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties approached her. "There's not a cloud in the sky anywhere.
'No clouds aloud in the sky,' Pepa remembered, hearing her husband's voice. "You've been sitting out here for a long time," she said. "Aren't you scared the rain will cause you to get sick?"
"The cold hasn't bothered me for a long time," Pepa explained.
"You're quite far from the nearest town," she stated. "What are you doing out here alone?"
"I can't go back home," Pepa explained. "I've done a really bad thing. I hurt someone I love. I hurt them really badly. I'm scared I'll hurt someone again."
"How did you hurt them?" she asked.
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me," Pepa stated.
"I'm Sofia," the woman introduced.
"Pepa," Pepa introduced.
"Where are you from?" Sofia asked.
"I live just over the mountains," Pepa explained.
"Just over the mountains," Sofia repeated. "Say, do you know of the Madrigal family?"
"Um, yes," Pepa said. "Alma Madrigal is my mom."
Sofia had a look on her face that made it seem like something clicked. "That's why it's raining," she said. "My husband used to live just over the mountains. He told me that there was a magical family. I thought that he was insane, but it makes sense now."
"Who's your husband?" Pepa asked. "I might know him."
"He died a while back," Sofia said. Her chipper demeanor suddenly went down.
"I'm sorry," Pepa said.
"Thank you," Sofia said. "How about you come to my house for coffee?
"I wouldn't want to ruin your house," Pepa sighed. "The cloud follows me everywhere."
"My house is already a wreck," Sofia shrugged off. "If it's going to follow you, you might wanna get rid of it. The people in the nearest village don't take well to witchcraft, and some of them come out here occasionally."
"I've tried to," Pepa sighed. "I wouldn't be in this situation if I could get rid of it. It's been like this for the past week. Also, I'm not a witch."
"I know, but they'll probably assume you're doing witchcraft," Sofia explained. "I know from personal experience. I am a Wiccan."
A/N: Sorry if some of this chapter is written weird. I wrote some of it on a school bus.
