You run home and the sheep are upset. One has gone missing and your door has swung open, it’s light wood smudged by something dark, sticky, and pungent. You rush into the darkened hut.
“Hello, Eirik.”
You turn and see a woman … but not quite. Her eyes dark, her dress is covered in tar, and she speaks with your mother’s voice.
“Get away from me, witch!”
“Such mean words, child. I’m here to help. I know all, I see all. I know that you want something, want to know something.”
You turn back to her.
She smiles, “I just want one little thing.”
You …
