“Oh Peter, Peter. I have been looking all over for you.” The little witch smiled up at the man she thought to be her one true love.
“Marlot? Right?”
“Yes.” She grinned unable to believe that he actually remembered her name. “You know how you said that you wouldn’t want an old witch as your wife.”
“Yeah, what of it, I have a card game to get to?”
“Well, I performed the ritual, now I will always be as you see me now. Will you please go to the festival with me?”
“Wait, you mean you will never get any older?”
“That’s right, I will be young and beautiful forever.” She beamed knowing she was moments away from her happily ever after.
“So you are saying that you will always be a pretty little girl while I have to get old and wrinkled. You really want me to go through the ridicule of telling people that the girl who looks young enough to be my daughter is in fact my wife! Are you soft in the head or something?”
Marlot felt a hurt and anger she had never experienced before fill her up inside as raw power flowed through her and crackled along her skin like static, there were even tiny violet lightning bolts sparking in her hair. At least Peter had the good sense to look frightened and with some mumbled excuse about cards he ran as fast as he could from her.
All the raw power started making her feel light headed and a little nauseous. Marlot had to get rid of it somehow or it could destroy her from within. She touched her hand to a tree growing in the village center and it was reduced to little more than cinders at her feet after only a few moments. She stared at the place where the tree had been feeling sorry for the beautiful bit of nature that was no longer there. I will make him love me, she thought, if it’s the last thing I do.
Back in her flat Marlot pulled out her favorite spell book, the one that listed every spell, creature, and potion ever known. It was a gift from her mother when she turned sixteen and had been her constant companion ever since.
She idly flipped through the pages hoping to come across something that would make Peter love her.
“It’s kind of like what I did when I decided to make you Jack, I just happened to come across golems in the book.”
“So it wasn’t like you said, ‘hum, I would like to make a golem today’ you actually had no idea until you were so bored and lonely that you started playing with that book? You are silly Marlot.” He smiled up at her.
“What are you trying to say you little scarecrow?” she wasn’t sure if she should be offended or if he was only teasing, but he looked so cute with his lopsided smile and mischievous eyes that she couldn’t be mad at him.
“I’m just saying that I’m glad you are a silly witch Marlot, or I would have never been here.”
“Marlot, will you get back to the story, you two are making me sick.”
Marlot smiled up at the young woman on the window seat next to her a wicked glint in her eye then she rubbed her nose against Jack’s making the little golem blush like she had never seen him blush before. It only hurt a little, she was using her magic to help her nose heal faster from the break and it seemed to be working. “Okay Lilly, back to the story.”
“A love potion, that’s it! I will use a love potion to make him mine forever.” The little witch didn’t bother reading exactly how the potion worked, or the limitations to the spell. Marlot didn’t have much of a store of potion ingredients so it took a couple of weeks to gather everything she needed. It was all ready in time for the summer solstice festival.
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