Page 39 of Wicked Witch

“Visions have a way of changing. You can never truly envision the future. Too many variables, but that’s how I want this room to look.”

Someone begins to shout in the yard, and Wynter sighs. “I don’t want you to feel trapped here. I’d like you to stay and help, but if you wish to go home, that’s fine. I know today has been a lot. I wouldn’t blame you or Astor for leaving.”

Walking out of the room, she mumbles under her breath about breaking the curse and finding love.

I want that for her. Wynter deserves the world, and if there’s a way for me to help get it for her… I will.

CIRRUS

Yesterday was a disaster. I managed to stop Astor from leaving and convinced him to stay a little while longer.

The help of my magic was just a small assistance. I think Astor likes Wynter deep down and needed a teeny tiny push.

Wynter will have to take the reins now and make him see that he’s meant to be here in Spells Hollow with us.

Now just to break this curse, so we can focus on bigger and better things. I saw what our future holds, and I want it.

I crave it.

She thinks that we can handle this on our own, but I don’t think it’s that easy. So I have a plan.

Leaving the motel, I pass a girl with a crocheted dress on and long blonde hair. She doesn’t see me, so I sneak around the back of the building and make sure the coast is clear.

When I don’t sense anyone I open a portal to home and step through. My Nan’s house is the first thing I see, and I smile. Walking up to her cottage, I knock, then let myself inside.

“I was wondering when you were going to be back,” she says, standing from a chair in her garden room. I can tell she’s been working on some new flowers, and I wish I could bring some back for Wynter.

Maybe one day she can just visit here instead.

“I need your help in the mortal realm. Any chance I could convince you to come back with me for a day or two?”

She moves closer to me, and I have to lean down so she can place her hand on my cheek. “You’re in love, but she’s in trouble,” she mumbles, reading my thoughts through her touch.

Sighing, I nod. “Her family was cursed a long time ago, but it’s just now been brought to her attention, and she’s figured out a way to break it, but it’s not that easy. My little spikey pig is stubborn, but I know we need your certain expertise. That is if you will help.”

Moving away, she begins to pack a small bag, and I want to jump for joy, but I’ll wait until the curse is actually broken.

“You know your mother and brother, Gru, would be better at this than me…” she starts, but I don’t have time for my family drama. It’s bad enough that Wynter’s mom decided to show up and give her two senses.

“Yes, well if we still have no progress after your visit, I will contact them.”

Looking over her shoulder, she winces. “Too late.”

“Well if it isn’t my Wile E Coyote,” my mother hisses as I slowly turn to face her. Wearing a ridiculous hat and garb, I try not to cringe at her tone.

“Mother, you look ravishing as always. How have you been?”

“Don’t you try to butter me up, Cirrus. It’s been months of you ignoring my summons.”

“I know, but…”

“Your brother already told me. I don’t know what is so horrible about being a ruler of our land, but if it’s really something you don’t want, then I will let you continue to wander for a bit longer.”

Well it’s only temporary, but I guess I should take the small reprieve and thank her. Gru frowns, and I feel for him. I really do. It’s not his fault that he was born differently than I. He’s still my brother. I don’t care if he has wings.

“Now, where is it that we are going, and what do we need to do, Cirry?” Nan says while entering her den full of potions and herbs.

I give her a quick rundown of what I think may work, and within minutes she’s whipped up a simple antidote.

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