She left.
That woman left.
She must know then, he thinks. She must have known what she did…
Brandon, still staring curiously into the emptiness begins to wonder what she is. The thought of her being a witch slowly fades, mostly because they aren’t real. Witches, sorcerers, magic beings were folktales made to mystify children into believing the world could be saved, that they are all more than human. Special… but Brandon knew the truth. They weren’t real. None of this, not even the woods changing like this here could make him change his mind.
It was all just some strange trick she was pulling.
“Hey,” Brandon calls over his shoulder, turning all the way around to make sure she hadn’t slipped by him in any way.
But she hadn’t.
She left a trail he could follow matted down by her choi
