I stiffen to the sight of fallen water on my cheeks and I stare deeply into the sky. The forest pour with enchanted droplets of rain and the trees soundless whisper until a gush of wind blew. My black cloak clung to me and I grab my basket full of berries.
My ears playfully join in with the gossip of the trees as they spoke the mysteries stories of the woods. I began to walk to my hidden cabin before the storm came.
“Yes, I hear wise old tree.” I said. “I do fear something horrible is coming.”
I shut the front door close and with the snap of my fingers, the chimney erupts with warm fire. I put my basket on the kitchen table and took of my cloak and went straight to the sofa. I close my eyes to sleep the storm away.
“Hello,” I grasp the baby bunny into my arms and smile. I take one of the berries from my basket and gave it to the bunny. It ate it and happily jumps inside my basket eating the rest. “I’m going to call you Berry because you love berries as much as I do too!”
I giggle.
“Amulet!” Grandma screams my name.  “Amulet! Get away from it!”
I leapt from the sofa, sweating and recalling the horrible sensation of my past. My grandma warns me to stay away from the animals and I did not obey. I shake my head and wipe away the tears from my eyes. When I was six, I was taught that there are evil magical creatures in the world and most of them can shape shift into animals. To capture and kidnap others for pleasure or food; quit disturbing
I jump to the sound of tree branches knocking my window and I stand to near the window curtain. I gaze at the blurry woods and I hesitate to an unknown shadow behind the trees. I scrub my eyes and glance back, nothing. It must be my eyes playing with me. I have been here alone in the woods for a while, only talking crazy with the forest trees.
Yawing, I walk to my work table and stare at the old ancient book my grandma gave me. It had all the basic spells, medical treatment, and supernatural abilities that a witch can have. I sadden; I did not receive any healing genetic witch power, not that I know of? Unlike my grandma, she was a strong and proud witch full of laughter and extraordinary talent to heal one. Yes, she was a wonderful witch doctor to every magical creature in the forest.
The only thing that stops her from continuing was the power of evil that consume the woods. Bringing her lovely business down and her reputation burned in the fire.
I tense to a loud yell from outside. I turn off the chimney and hid anything suspicious of someone living here. Quickly, I clasp on my invisible cloak and I closely watch from far away as three shadows open the front door.
“We need help!”
“Grigori, there’s nobody here!”
“Lay Petre on the couch. There has to be something around here that could heal him?”
I jolt to the sight of another guy but this one was odd. He had dirty blond tousle hair and emerald eyes. He seems to be the mature one as he leads the others to follow his orders. Who are these men?
Grigori with the blond hair and deep ocean eyes, turns on the chimney. While, the other one tries to keep Petre awake by talking to him. I wander near and I saw the young boy brown eyes fade and my heart race.
“Anghel,” Petre murmur.
I gulp, stepping back from Petre fever.
Angel took Pete hands and began to shake intensively. “Don’t worry brother, stay with me. Everything will be alright. Soon, after the storm passes will go home and see mom.”
The room tenses as everyone stops searching and settle around the couch with Pete, for the last time. I close my eyes, what should I do? Grandma has always told me not to talk to strangers but they need me. I might not have the power to heal but I still have the knowledge of a witch.
Pete tries to keep his eyes open, “The forest can help.”
I crook my head curious but none of them acknowledge the thought. Only the handsome emerald guy who whispers “Enchanted forest… I ask for help.”
The door opens with a gush of wind and pulls me out of my spell. My invisible cloak disappears from my body and fly’s away out the door. The room was silence as I come near the light of the chimney and they gasp.
“I will assist you,” I stare at the emerald guy and he nods, shock.
I came forward to the fragile boy, “Petre.” I touch his forehead. “He’s burning faster then I imagine.”
I go the kitchen and grab hold of my homemade medicine. I take a spoon full and let Pete sip it and I wait. Nothing happen, he was still having high fever. What is going on?
I glance around my grandma medicine book, it should have healed him!
“Why isn’t my brother healing?” Anghel said.
I stutter, “I don’t know?”
“What kind of witch doctor do you call yourself?”
I look away ashamed, I can’t give up. “How did he injure himself?”
Grigori lifts his shoulders, “I don’t know? Do you know Aurel?”
“I was not near him at that time.” His emerald eyes sparkle and I hold my breath as he intensely stares at me. “Do all that you can please and if there’s any question, we will answer them.”
“We can’t trust her!” Anghel yells.
Aurel doesn’t respond to him but plead me and I nod. “I’ll do what I can do.”
He sights. “Thank you.”
“First I need to know what really happen out their?” I point out in the woods as I gather my random materials that could help him. “I’m serious, he could of ate something or touch something that was poison.”
I stare at them and I could tell Anghel was hiding something.
“Actually know that I remember? We were hanging near around some poisons flowers.” Grigori says. I react and lift Petre t-shirt up and exposed a long red scratch. I feared for him. “What!”
I look at the guys, “If you want your friend to live. I will need some materials from the outside and fast.”
I began to write a list and I handed it to Aurel who steps in, “Grigori come with me. Anghel stay and keep an eye on Petre; he is your brother.”
Rapidly they disappear and I got on my knees in front of Petre and soak a paper cloth with water. Placing it gently on his scar and he whimpers.
“It’s okay,” I whisper and he slightly looks at me with dark brown eyes. He look just like Anghel but a little younger and straight black hair.
“I’m going to die aren’t I?” he says.
“No you aren’t!” Anghel says but Petre ignores him.
I smile, “My grandma use to say that, ‘If one loves then one heals.”
He smiles, “Thank you.”
I put my hand over his eyes, “Know go to sleep and do not worry, I’ll make sure you wake up with your brother.”
He fell asleep and I stood upright.
“Know tell me what really happen,” I said. Anghel tenses and he doesn’t do eye contact with me. “If you want your brother to live; you might be the only one who can help him.”
He hesitates, “We were horse playing by the pond and I got angry with him because he didn’t do exactly what I said. So I grabbed a branch from a bush and,” He sobs. “I didn’t mean to hurt him! I didn’t know it was poisons.”
I grasp his cold hand and the proof was spread all over like a severe rash. He reddens. “Follow me.”
I lead him to the kitchen and I wrap the herb around his hand and the bandages.
“I’m sorry about what I said earlier before.”
I shake my head, “I don’t care and do not worry. What you told me, I’ll keep it a secret, anyway it is none of my business.”
The front door flies right open and they were back with the materials.
“This is all, anything else.” Grigori says.
I shake my head, taking the basket and walking toward Petre. “Right after I help Petre, I want to know everything.”
The thunder storm kept going and I finally finished attending Petre wound and slowly by the second, he was healing. I stirred up some nice soup and warm canella to the guys as they sat on the floor or couch.
“Vampires, eek!” Aurel laughs and I blush. “I mean, I have never met any other magical creatures!”
Aurel raises an eyebrow, “Are you serious?”
I frown, “Yes. My grandmother was a fabulous witch doctor and did not like me near anyone or trust anyone.”
“I see.”
“Anyway that not the point,” I said. “How come you’re here?”
Grigori yawns, “Well, we came to visit family and haunt for food.”
“Better not be me.” Petre awakes and the storm seems to calm down and I smile. “Hello sunshine. How are you feeling Petre?”
He stands and stretches, “Much better, thank you.”
Aurel stands and leads, “We must get going.”
“Oh,” I redden. “Such a sudden trip.”
“Life is waiting outside.” Grigori says and they all step out of my cabin to the beautiful outside world. Petre sucks in some fresh air. “Life is wonderful; Petre you should be the one to know best.”
They all stare back at me and they said their thanks and I grin.
They all left deep into the dark forest and once again I was alone with the mystical trees. I close my door and the next thing I hear was a loud knock.
I open it, “Aurel!”
He laughs, “You think your dark prince wouldn’t come back?”
I blush. “What are you doing?”
He laughs, “You look so cute blushing.”
I playfully push him out the door, “Get out of here!”
He laughs more and with rapid speed enters the household, “Such a cozy cottage.”
I give up and sat on the couch eating my berries. “What do you want? If there’s no one dying, please leave.”
He stands before me and his emerald eyes glimmer, “Why did you except us to your household.”
I falter, “I guess, I just disagree to disagree of my grandmother knowledge. I believe that there is much more in a person that what they stand for.”
“You could have drain you.”
“I know but the forest spoke.”
“I notice. I can speak to the forest too.”
The room became silent and he grins walking back to the front door about to leave.
I lay back on the couch tossing another berry into my mouth.
“You are a better witch doctor then you believe you are, thank you again.”
My heart skips a beat, “Really, you just come visit a second and then you leave like nothing.”
I go to the door and his face comes inches near mine and I hold my breath.
“You miss me already.” He grins and I push him out of my door. “Get out!”
His soulful laughter irrupts and he quickly kisses my cheeks, “Do not worry my witch princess, our story is not over.” He tosses my black cloth to my face and winks. “Found it in the forest.
He disappears in the woods and I exhale. The forest trees shiver its branches and fall was coming. I smile up at the trees, “Oh Grandma, you are truly a stunning mystical tree.”
The wind blows and I hear the whisper of my grandmother lovely voice, “I am proud of you, Amulet.”
I close my cottage and grab another berry and toss it in my mouth.