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A strange wind blew in from the east.
Mabel looked out her small window to see if a
storm was coming in, but the sky remained
blue and cloudless.
With a shrug she went back to unpacking.
She was taking out many vials, and arranging
them carefully. Others have called her a
witch for her abilities. She can make
potions for almost anything, as well as the
ability to speak with the animals. These
abilities made her subject to much fear. She
had been run out of many places before. She
hoped this time it would be different.
Being deep in thought, she didn’t hear
the commotion going on outside at first. But
as it got nosier, she came out of her
thoughts and went to her front door. Mabel
opened the door tentatively at first, but
stopped dead in her tracks as she saw what
was making all the noise. Animals of all
shapes and sizes were running by in panic.
All seemed to be fleeing the strange east
wind. she started to step outside, but
quickly darted back in, as to not get
trampled by a frightened stag as he ran by,
not even seeing her in his panic.
She calmed herself, and focused all her
energy on listening to the animals. She
heard many tiny voices, but all she could
make out was one word over and over……
EVIL.
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This is a lead into the arc that is starting this month. MUCH more to come!! :heart:

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