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    The Little Witch Tale: Between the Realms
    The Little Witch Tale: Between the Realms
    The Little Witch Tale: Between the Realms
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    The Little Witch Tale: Between the Realms

    By A.S. Morrison

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    A little witch named Fira accidentally messes up a coming of age ceremony and finds herself far away from home in a strange land where nobody has magic. With the help of a boy named Willy, she will try to find her way home. On her journey she discovers that there's something sinister hiding in this non-magical land, and it takes an interest in the little witch.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherA.S. Morrison
    Release dateOct 11, 2017
    ISBN9781370632923
    The Little Witch Tale: Between the Realms

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      The Little Witch Tale - A.S. Morrison

      The Little Witch Tale: Between the Realms

      By A.S. Morrison

      Smashwords Edition

      Copyright 2017 A.S. Morrison

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      Table of Contents

      1. The Little Witch

      2. The Last-Nine-Day

      3. Willy

      4. The Magic Man

      5. Eastgate

      6. The Evil Witch

      7. The Magic Town

      8. The Korrigan

      9. Fairies and Death Balls

      10. The Do-Over

      1. The Little Witch

      Little Fira scrunched up her face in concentration.

      This time. She said seriously, almost threateningly, staring at the little black squirrel twenty yards away. This time I get it right.

      Her dress darkened to almost black. Her fists shook. Little plants in the dirt quivered, their leaves forced to the ground. The black squirrel, Rupe, shifted nervously, his little paws rubbing together. Ailith watched from nearby.

      The little witch extended her hands and quickly spread her palms. A loud crack shot through the air. For a second it looked like something might happen. She waited, staring at the little squirrel hopefully. After a few more seconds it was clear that nothing changed. She fell to her knees.

      The trees began to whisper. It sounded like a strong breeze rustled their leaves, but there was no breeze.

      I can hear you. She said loudly.

      It was too difficult to pick out what any one was saying when they all talked at once.

      Ailith walked over and knelt beside her. It will work out, don’t worry. You just need more practice.

      It’s tomorrow. Fira reminded her. I just can’t get it. We’ve tried for ages.

      You’re overthinking this. Ailith said. You’ve done it before. You’re just nervous. Trust me, when you get on that stage tomorrow night everything will fall into place. She lifted Fira to her feet and dusted her off. It’s getting late, let’s get back.

      No! One more time.

      Fira pulled her black witch’s hat down to her eyes and concentrated even harder on Rupe, who looked nastily back. He was getting tired of being her practice target.

      She ignored him, wishing with all her might that he might disappear in a great flash of light. She pulled her arms back, gathered the energy, and then unleashed everything she had in his direction.

      A great gust of wind blew through the dirt patch and rustled the trees encircling it. The trees chattered louder and louder until all Fira could here was the wind blowing by her ears and their incessant commotion.

      Both the witches’ hats shot straight into the sky. The squirrel tumbled backward. Fira kept pushing the air, certain that it might work this time.

      The sky darkened instantaneously. The wind grew cold, large raindrops splattered the ground. When Rupe disappeared into the woods, it was clear it hadn’t worked.

      Fira let her arms drop to her side. She fell to the ground again.

      The wind died, the rain stopped, and the clouds disappeared as fast as they had come. The hats fluttered back onto the heads they belonged on.

      For a few moments everything was silent. Rupe rushed out of the bush and back into the clearing. He screeched angrily and watched the little witch wearily.

      Welp! Ailith cried out. That’s not bad. You could always blow everyone away tomorrow night. That’d be a last-nine-day party they’d remember for ages.

      It’s not funny. Fira complained, her dress momentarily turning deep scarlet before going back to its usual violet. I’m hopeless. Are you sure I can’t try without the hat?

      Ailith shook her head. You saw that. We can’t have a storm every time you want to do magic. The hat keeps your powers under control.

      I can do it better when I’m not wearing it.

      Ailith sighed. She got down on the ground next to Fira and put her arm around her. No one is perfect at their chosen ability when they turn ten. The party is just to show which one of your childhood powers you’ve chosen to pursue. It’s especially difficult for someone like you. You had how many to choose from? She squeezed her shoulder encouragingly. You could animate your dolls, morph sticks, read minds—float. I mean, who can float? That’s halfway to flying.

      But I was best at teleporting things. That’s why I chose it.

      "And it shows. Look, if you still aren’t sure you can do it by tomorrow afternoon then switch to teleporting a large rock. You can teleport those no problem. I still remember when you figured out you could do that. I came home one day and the house was full of pebbles you’d conjured up from somewhere. And I mean full. I was slipping and sliding the whole night trying to get them all outside and you were still making them appear."

      Fira pulled herself away and scooped up a shaking Rupe. The party’s for showing off. I can’t show off by teleporting a rock. They’ve all seen me do that a thousand times. When the mayor takes my hat off I want him to fear me teleporting him halfway across the world.

      Ailith laughed. Then you’re just going to have to master it by tomorrow. That’s what I did.

      Really? Fira asked skeptically. She could remember Ailith once telling her that she’d mastered her childhood ability at seven.

      Sure. Ailith said. I could manifest my thoughts in small ways. It was easy for me to make simple objects appear. A glowing green cube appeared in her hand. But it was another thing entirely to do what I really wanted to. The cube disappeared and a glowing green hut appeared next to them. It stood four feet tall and came complete with a thatched roof, an ornate door, and even vines crawling up the walls. I was so nervous that my first try was just a bright flash of light. I nearly blinded everyone. But then I calmed down and made a hut just like this one. She scrunched up her face in thought. Well, maybe it wasn’t quite this nice. The point is that everyone has trouble during the party. The important thing is not to worry too much about it.

      The sun was beginning to set and Ailith decided that it was time for dinner. They walked back through the woods and into town. Rolling hills stretched off to the base of the northern mountains. Each hill had one or two black wood houses, each different in shape and size. Tall and short fences laced their way through the town, creating an uneven patchwork. Smoke wafted into the air from outdoor fire pits or cauldrons, and various farm animals mooed or clucked as they wandered up and down the hills.

      The town of Windelwind sat comfortably in the western side of the Amnul, a country made specifically by and for magic users. Fira didn’t know why it was created or when, but she did know that Windelwind was one of the first towns in Amnul. She knew that other towns had all sorts of strange people in them, but she rarely got to go to them herself. Stories had to keep her curiosity at bay until she was old enough to explore on her own.

      Ailith and Fira’s house stood on the side of a hill all the way on the west end of town, near the large lake. As they meandered through fence openings and over hills people came from all directions to see Fira.

      I just can’t wait till your party tomorrow. An old witch said from a rocking chair as they passed.

      What are you going to do? Don’t keep us waiting. Another called while stirring a large stone cauldron.

      Are you gonna fly? A little girl asked as she skipped alongside them.

      The more people that came up the worse Fira felt. Everyone was excited except for her. She had been looking forward to her last-nine-day party for as long as she could remember. She’d always enjoyed going to others, but the closer hers got the scarier it became.

      The voices only got louder.

      I blew up a house for mine. It was great! Someone said.

      I flew through the air, remember? Came another.

      Yes, remember how I created a terrible thunderstorm? Please tell us something, Fira.

      Alright, that’s enough. Ailith shouted over the growing crowd. You’re all going to have to wait until tomorrow night. We can’t ruin the surprise.

      As everyone went back to their houses Ailith noticed the scared look on Fira’s face. Don’t worry about it. She stressed. Worrying is the worst part.

      Their house had a main room with two disconnected bedrooms off each side. All three little buildings had pointed roofs that looked like witch’s hats. Ailith had designed them with thought forms when she was just a little older than Fira. Another witch then quickly built them by enchanting the tools and wood.

      Inside, the walls were covered with cabinets and shelves. Each one filled to the brim with objects that had any and every use imaginable. A small bronze cauldron bubbled from the corner. Ailith had started soup before they left for training.

      Fira collapsed into a cushy armchair, threw off her hat, and pulled her wiry mop of dark brown hair into a bun. She sat back and stared at the wall, wondering how she could possibly manage to avoid total humiliation in twenty-four hours.

      Ailith went to the closet and started throwing things out as she rummaged around for something.

      I know what will cheer you up. She said, her voice muffled. Now where did it go to?

      All sorts of things came out of the closet. Broken brooms zipped through the air, nibs of quills scattered across the floor. Fira even had to dodge a flying knife that shot across the room and lodged itself in the wall only a few inches above her head.

      Got it! Ailith straightened up with a small but very heavy stone cauldron. She placed it in the middle of the floor. "I remembered to keep the ingredients in here; that’s smart of me. Oh, but there’s something missing. Would you stop

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