A female voice could be heard, humming what could only be described as a lullaby in the distance. You find yourself being drawn nearer and nearer to it as it beckons you. You grow closer in distance until you meet the melodic singer face to face, only to realize you've made a grave mistake.
Walking further into the darkness, Brenda followed close behind her sisters. They'd known each other for hundreds of years and had no plans of separating, no matter how dire the situations became. The Arkain sisters were a clan of witches that had been together and caused havoc since the medieval days. They met during the Salem witch trials and their souls have been, since, intertwined.
As they ventured further down the hallway, Brenda asked her sisters what they were all planning to do, as it had become somewhat lost on her with them planning when she wasn't around.
Heather and Sarah stopped, and with their torches in hand, explained to her that they were becoming older and it was showing. She knew exactly what they were talking about, the skin on their faces becoming so wrinkled that they had to strain to keep their eyes open with all the baggage. Sarah explained that they knew a secret underground well, who's waters can grant temporary youth.
Brenda didn't quite understand why they needed a temporary fix from the scares of old age. After all, what they were using before was the boiled blood of the young. Her sisters explained that, since the pandemic hit, parents were warry of their children going out. That and they didn't have another place in mind to go and kidnap kids without raising suspicion. They remember the last time that happened.
Brenda nodded and the sisters continued their way onward, toward the well.
It felt like they had been walking for days in this underground tunnel, but they had finally arrived at the well beneath the ground. The well is a simple, circular, brick structure with an opening at the top. The opening is filled to the very brim with a cool liquid. You could say water but the smell emanating from it says otherwise.
Surrounding the well is an eternal darkness on each side. Almost dark enough that you can't see where you'd come from.
Stepping out of the darkness, a tall and slender man approached the well.
"Hello," the man greeted the sisters with a cold and sinister, but at the same time friendly voice. "I am the keeper of the well. Satisfy my riddles and you may drink of the water."
The sound of riddles sent a chill down each of their spines, but as they were touch, they didn't want to appear as though it affected them at all. They accepted his challenge.
"May the person the person kindest of heart step forward?" he asked, almost invitingly.
Brenda stepped up to the man, who was now sitting on the edge of the well. As she approached, the man grabbed her from behind and pushed her into the well. The two sisters stepped forward in anger in an attempt to save her, but the man quickly stopped them.
"If you attempt to save her, you will, too, share her fate," he warned. "Now, will the person step forward, whom is the most challenging to tame?"
Heather and Sarah looked at each other. In mere gestures of their eyes, they had a silent conversation. They both debated about who would be the brave one to step forward. They knew that the person to step forward would be forced down into the well. Sarah decided to be the brave soul and step forward.
"Very good, you may drink of my water," he said with a smile in his voice. He turned his head toward Heather. "Since you wanted to keep yourself standing in the dark, shrouded in a cloud of mystery, you too shall be forced to live an eternity in the shadows."
He let out an evil cackle as hands grabbed every part of Heather and pulled her into her eternal darkness.
Walking further into the darkness, Brenda followed close behind her sisters. They'd known each other for hundreds of years and had no plans of separating, no matter how dire the situations became. The Arkain sisters were a clan of witches that had been together and caused havoc since the medieval days. They met during the Salem witch trials and their souls have been, since, intertwined.
As they ventured further down the hallway, Brenda asked her sisters what they were all planning to do, as it had become somewhat lost on her with them planning when she wasn't around.
Heather and Sarah stopped, and with their torches in hand, explained to her that they were becoming older and it was showing. She knew exactly what they were talking about, the skin on their faces becoming so wrinkled that they had to strain to keep their eyes open with all the baggage. Sarah explained that they knew a secret underground well, who's waters can grant temporary youth.
Brenda didn't quite understand why they needed a temporary fix from the scares of old age. After all, what they were using before was the boiled blood of the young. Her sisters explained that, since the pandemic hit, parents were warry of their children going out. That and they didn't have another place in mind to go and kidnap kids without raising suspicion. They remember the last time that happened.
Brenda nodded and the sisters continued their way onward, toward the well.
It felt like they had been walking for days in this underground tunnel, but they had finally arrived at the well beneath the ground. The well is a simple, circular, brick structure with an opening at the top. The opening is filled to the very brim with a cool liquid. You could say water but the smell emanating from it says otherwise.
Surrounding the well is an eternal darkness on each side. Almost dark enough that you can't see where you'd come from.
Stepping out of the darkness, a tall and slender man approached the well.
"Hello," the man greeted the sisters with a cold and sinister, but at the same time friendly voice. "I am the keeper of the well. Satisfy my riddles and you may drink of the water."
The sound of riddles sent a chill down each of their spines, but as they were touch, they didn't want to appear as though it affected them at all. They accepted his challenge.
"May the person the person kindest of heart step forward?" he asked, almost invitingly.
Brenda stepped up to the man, who was now sitting on the edge of the well. As she approached, the man grabbed her from behind and pushed her into the well. The two sisters stepped forward in anger in an attempt to save her, but the man quickly stopped them.
"If you attempt to save her, you will, too, share her fate," he warned. "Now, will the person step forward, whom is the most challenging to tame?"
Heather and Sarah looked at each other. In mere gestures of their eyes, they had a silent conversation. They both debated about who would be the brave one to step forward. They knew that the person to step forward would be forced down into the well. Sarah decided to be the brave soul and step forward.
"Very good, you may drink of my water," he said with a smile in his voice. He turned his head toward Heather. "Since you wanted to keep yourself standing in the dark, shrouded in a cloud of mystery, you too shall be forced to live an eternity in the shadows."
He let out an evil cackle as hands grabbed every part of Heather and pulled her into her eternal darkness.
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