That Witch Bitch: Continued

Green

You hit the ground with a soft thump.

Your head hits the cold grass covering the ground.

Your vision was slightly blurred as you pulled yourself up from the ground.

As the world comes into focus, you notice that you were pretty much surrounded by greens.

Emerald green.

Sage green.

Basil green.

Lime green.

Fern green.

Elf green.

And then it hit you.

You were in a forest.

The trees huddled around you as you admire their summery colours.

"Do you know where we are y/n?"

You spin around, Micheal was stood behind you.

He seemed awfully calm, as if you didn't shift locations as easily as that.

"A forest?" You guess.

"Not just any forest," Micheal declares, "This is the forest of Roanoke."

"Oh, like my Roanoke Nightmare? That show? It was so fake, I think they're making a sequel but I don't think it'll be as-" You stop because you see Micheal glaring at you confused.

He clearly didn't watch TV.

Besides, the sequel production ended up cancelled.

Do you know why?

The sodding apocalypse.

"As I was saying, do you know what's so special about Roanoke?" Micheal asks, striding through the undergrowth.

You had no choice but to trail in his wake as he leads the way, disappearing between the trees.

"Yeah, isn't it haunted or something?" You declare, ducking under a stray branch, "Wait, that's not real is it? Ghosts I mean."

Micheal looks back at you and tilts his head slightly, "That should be the least of your worries now."

"What should I worry about then?" You ask jogging to catch up with Micheal who had just rounded the corner, "Maybe I should be worrying how the forest is so green when the world is supposed to be an apocalyptic wasteland."

You finish talking as you walk right next to Micheal who looks at you as if you were dumb.

"We're in the past obviously." Micheal says as if time travel wasn't a big deal at all, "I thought you'd understand that. Aren't you supposed to be smart?"

"Not with magic," You reply before adding, "Yet..."

This makes the antichrist chuckle.

"Where are we going?" You ask, your legs were starting to ache.

"You'll see." He says.

You both walk in silence for a couple of minutes, passing many of the filming locations of the first series.

You stare at the tall tree as you walk by it, reminded of how Flora got lost and all of that.

"So, are ghosts real?" You ask, hoping he wouldn't dodge the question again.

"Of course," He says, stopping suddenly.

He gestures for you to be quiet and you obey, whispering another quick question that he ignores.

You notice he seems to be staring at a specific tree with something underneath.

Wait.

Was that a person?

It looked awful.

Who would live like that in the woods?

"Y/n," Micheal says, straightening his posture as the tree person turns around, "Meet your ancestor, the first witch, Scàthach."