Hooded Beauty

ilures. It was the same for every being, rich or poor, king or servant. And now t

be worthy of it, you must carry out this quest alone.

t. He didn't even give his son a feast to send him off like h

k sooner than you expect. I am to bring th

son, she has power far greater than your expectations. She i

r, a sword through

on her knees before me. Swear to me that you would do this, after thi

knee and declared his

ring her on her knees before you

, enemy kingdoms. The journey was hard as he had to bear the weight of carrying his wears and tending his horse. It is hard for him as he rarely did

ny witch he knew, she was not well known, but those who did k

dness on her fingers, a burning fl

knew witches, they were nasty, cunning, full of so much hate and

om pink roses to yellow carnations, they seemed to be in plenty of carnations. The people too were easy, girls g

e for her supplies while it rained. The whole village silently hummed about a visit fro

mud. He stood beside a stall at a corner, so he could have a clear view of

of things followed this figure. Despite the rain, its green hood cloak was not showing signs of wet stains. The tip of the cloak sweeping the mud

smiling, bowing. Straightening up from the stall, he kept his gaze on the figure

green was seen. Like a ring of green fire that burned brightly out of bottomless darkness. Silver hair shone and spi

a glimpse and more if you dared, and just between the pair, a bit above them was placed a stone. It looked like a jade stone from

ss, over her small waist, and the lovely flare of her hips beneath the skirt. It was obvious she wore no under skirts as

ooth as they appeared. But for the worth of his crown, he could not stop staring, her body was for a man's wet dreams, and her eyes were to torture a man's soul. And for what seemed like a long time, they stared at each other. It

ze. He was not here to gawk at the witch. Reminding himself of his assignment, he fl