Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

    I am here now, nobody near me. There is no one for me the curse with my presence. The cold of the north chills my skin to the bone, but, I have nowhere else to go. My people cursed and abandoned me . I must find her, I must. The witch of the frost is near, she must be. 
    I finally colapse from exaustion and as my life begins to leave me everything fades away. The next thing that comes to my concious is a warm fire. A kind host tends to me until I am able to move on my own. It is an old woman, frail, but, kind. 
    I heal quickly and begin to help her by hunting for food. She takes my gesture well and we begin to eat plenty. One day I tell her of my mission to find "the witch of the frost".
    When I tell her she begins to laugh. When I ask her why she explains to me that I have already found her. Now I bow to her and ask her to lift my curse and for a new home. "My dear child," she says, "I lifted the curse long ago and the home you are looking for? Is it not here? With me in my old age I need a student.
    This is the story of how I became the kind Witch of the Frost.