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SUMMARY: This is a little bit of a story that is actualy not finished. After I finish it I am going to put it into another story. As in combined them. But more than likely not for a while.

The Avenue

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"Hello there, did my little baby just wake up"? Someone was looking down at her. She lay there. She did not know who it was. There face was covered by a purple hood. But the persons scent smelled strangely familiar. She sounded like a woman. The room was small and dim. The lady leaned over and looked again down and said "I love you, and no matter what happens I will always be with you". Then suddenly as if it was timed, a group of people barged in. The lights went out and the dream was no more.
Chapter 1
Sandra sat up in her bed; sweat was dripping wildly down her forehead. Like water down a waterfall. Then there was a knock at the door. She went to it and opened it up. Standing there was her friend Boric. He looked at her and said "my little sister has fallen ill, and I cannot do anything, the doctor is out of town". "I was hoping maybe you could use your powers". He looked so pleading, but she knew she shouldn't. But yet he had her in a place were she could not say no. So she said "you know I shouldn't, but I love your little sister like my own daughter. I will help you, but if found will turn away. It hurt her to say this, but what she could do was against the law, and if she was caught would most certainly meet the gallows. He just nodded knowing it was true. So she went into the next room for her coat and bonnet. They went on there way in a matter of minutes.

Chapter 2 Magic at hand

The night was cold, and misty. Sandra walked next to Boric. She looked at him. They had known each other since before she knew. They had grown up together. And he had lost all his young and odd looks. He was a merchant in there little town and was well known. He had everything a girl would want and she knew it. She felt ashamed for thinking these things and quickly looked down. She said "what are her symptoms"? He answered with a grim sort of look. He took a moment and said "she has a fever and aches everywhere, she sweats and looks horrible". "She will not stop crying and well we have tried everything we can". "Then I thought of you", he to looked ashamed and looked away. For he knew what he was asking her to do. She took a moment to reply to this and then out of the bottom said "I could possibly use a resting word or maybe a drink of some sort". He looked hopeful knowing she had been trained by the best of her kind. A witch was what they were called. But she was not evil. She and her mentors were good. They had been found out long ago, and did indeed meet the gallows.


Then before she knew what had happened they were there, and she began to feel nervous. He walked quickly up, and let her in following just behind. She looked in and saw on the small bed in front, a little girl about 4. She looked absolutely out of reach. As she had walked in she had felt a draft and immediately began to think there was some sort of spirit in the room.