Sometimes when it was late at night and she stayed up with her tea and reading over her books she would hear sloshing out in the lake and she wanted to see what creature it was that lived there and whether it was due to the trick of the light or the way the mist danced over the lake, sometimes she swore she saw a man. While Melina didn’t mind their playful nature, she sometimes wished they would keep it down. She had lived in this forest for a little over two years and the horse never seemed curious about her and never came up to the house however, it had a childish interest in her cat, her familiar, and often chased it around the lake before the cat would escape into the safety of the house. As many times as she tried to get the gorgeous creature to come up to the house, it refused and would stomp his front hoof in refusal or would turn and flick his tail in rejection to any of offers. More than once she’d flung open her door to find what was making such a racket only to discover a massive black Shire horse. She could practice it more often and without interruptions if the creature living in her lake would stop killing things during her incantations and breaking her focus. She wasn’t like the sweet little kitchen witch Kokoro that lived in the valley who opened her doors to all the escapees from the Drider castle, no she much preferred her quiet and empty home with all her books where she could practice her craft in peace.

Melina was one of the few witches in the forest that lived by herself, not because she didn’t want to join the growing coven just a few hills over, but she enjoyed the privacy she had in her secluded life and would much rather keep it. The lake in Melina’s backyard was no exception in the secrets that lay within and the creature that liked to annoy her familiar. Many secrets lay within these woods, and the Violet Oaks was the best secret keeper. With fierce Driders defending their territory, thick mists preventing trespassers, and plenty of monsters to keep most fools out of the forest so that the inhabitants within could live relatively peaceful lives. The Violet Oaks was where many a witch have wandered into and hidden themselves away from the rest of the world, but especially the Holy Knights.

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