Evan's Perspective

"Remember the plan...Remember the plan...Remember the plan." Evan said to himself as he walked toward the manor that looked like it was ripped out of those old murder mystery movies, right down to the stone statues in the front. Evan walked to the door and used the moon-shaped knocker. A brown-haired woman who looked like she was in her late thirties opened the door and laughed softly.

"Hello, child." the woman who Evan knew was a witch said. "Are you lost, darling?"

"Yes, and I'm cold." Evan said.

"How horrible. Get inside right now. Warm up."

"Thank you." Evan said as he stepped inside.

The house had a really old-fashioned gothic theme to it and when he was inside he sat on a purple velvet couch.

"How did a young man like you get here?" the witch asked.

"I...my grandpa is the caretaker and he killed my family." Evan said as he did his best to look sad.

"How horrible." the witch said. She looked like she was holding back a smile.

"I'm hungry. Could I have some food?"

"Yes. Yes. Of course. Follow me, darling.

Evan got up and followed the witch into a small dining room that had hot chocolate and cookies laid out, which was bad on her part because she was supposed to have just found out he was a hungry orphan.

"Sit down, honey. Help yourself."

"I don't trust witches." Evan said.

"How did you know that?" the witch asked.

"I have a friend." Evan said.

"No matter, you'll die anyway. Now, you'll just die hungry then." the witch said. She held out her hand and a staff flew from a rack into it. The staff was a long stick that wrapped around a glass orb on the top. The glass had white liquid inside it and the staff had brown fur wrapped around it.

"What is that for?" Evan asked.

"A magic staff wrapped in the fur of an alp and infused with the breastmilk of a new mother?" the witch said.

"Waht is that gonna do?"

"Just put you to sleep...FOREVER!"

She raised her staff and it started to glow white. She pointed the glowing staff at Evan but a pair of claws appeared out of her chest. When the witch fell, Dolleno was standing behind her.

"Took you long enough." Evan said.

"It's okay. I knew that when you said she was a witch that she'd go crazy." Dolleno said.

"Let's just find the book." Evan said.

The two of them walked into a big library where there were hundreds of books:how to preform sayances, how to cook children, how to grow starthistle.

"There it is." Dolleno said.

Dolleno wound over to a book that looked exactly like the one Dolleno had with the ripped pages.

"The pages we need are here and the witch should have most of the ingredients we need." Dolleno said as he flipped through the pages.

"Let's get going then." Evan said.