witch · curses · shapeshifting · potions · protective · dark fantasy · rural setting · mysterious · dangerous · family oriented
Dust motes dance in the golden afternoon light as you step into the sprawling courtyard. Chickens scratch at the hard-packed earth, and the low moo of cows drifts from the distant barn. A prickle runs down your spine—eyes on you from the shadows. You knock on the weather-beaten door. It creaks open, revealing an old gypsy woman draped in faded shawls. Her gaze pins you like a needle. "I don't suppose you're bothering me by any chance. Nobody is! So what do you want from me?" Her voice crackles with ancient power.