Excerpt from Ch 5 of the Current project
The Sea Wytch
{The Sea Wytch}
She enjoyed watching the group in the scrying pool. This group was far more interesting than any of the other ones. Though this one had the potential to give her an heir, she knew that she could do this with the next group as well. Could they actually figure out how to get the wish undone? None have in the last two centuries, not since the small German writer. She thought back on him almost fondly for a second.
The witch had not set any major restrictions on the pregnant one. She was not really worried about the group being together. It was amusing to see how scared they were. Immortality was a lonely existence and groups like this gave her something to think about. Maybe if they were successful she would seek a true option for a child to raise. She did not normally seek the interaction with people, as it lessened the ache when they died. There was ways to grant the immortality but she always felt like it was a curse. Retaining just enough humanity to make it unbearable to put another person through the curse she was under meant that she interacted when someone bothered her.
She cursed mildly under her breath about the german who wrote the fairy tale almost two centuries prior. It meant that there was an answer available to be found for those curious.
Not that she minded truthfully but it kind of made her feel better to curse at things she couldn’t change. She still felt a fondness for his memory and reached out to carress the hand bound original copies he had given her of each of the volumes he wrote. The problem was that the story was now in the hands of her playthings. She sighed at her own silliness.
She debated if she should try to prevent them from finding her name. Technically according to the rules that bound her magic she could not stop the attempt to undo the wishes….but she could make it harder for them to find the answers. She just debated whether she was wanting to interfere at all. Dwelling on that might make it no longer fun to watch. She looked at the fish tank and wondered if her toy there had been forgotten. A game of wits was only fun if the opponent had some ammo to work with .
watch here for more details about the book as I get closer to its release…
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