Miserablown

Chapter 5

I sobbed a bit before realizing the witch hadn't (as I had guessed) harmed me. I turned towards her.

"Margret..." I mumbled under my breath when my attention got back to her.

I guess she heard me because her eyebrows raised for a second. Then she let out a cackle. 

"Well, you probably just met Alestar then, eh?" She questioned, and I frowned.

"Yeah...why?" I obviously wasn't expecting her to answer. 

I mean, I wanted to kill her and she wanted to kill me. Yet, somehow, we were having a civilized conversation. I stood up as she explained.

"Was the only one who knew my name, him." She shrugged. "What a pile of trash..."

But there was a slight sorrow in her eyes, that she was trying so hard to hide and forget.

I wasn't going to pity her, though. Not now, not ever. She made an entire town miserable for god's sake! For no reason, too.. well not that I know of.