Ella

There’s a commotion outside of the cottage. It’s just after noon, from what I can tell, and the little village girl who follows the witch around everywhere has just dropped off a basket full of cold sliced meat, bread, cheese, and an assortment of fruits and vegetables for a quick lunch when the door to the single room cottage bursts open.

I rise from the pile of clothing and gifts we’ve been given from the nearby village, in the process of  packing up for our journey ...