Cerese fixed her roots long ago.
Known as the white witch of the woods, she was always the person to go to. Many would lie, when asked whether they visited her. As her life ebbed to an end, her daughter gathered her ashes, to plant them in the middle.
A spell cast, she watched as roots covered the earth, in a bid to outrun nature.
Since then, whenever she needed a potion, for a healthy life, or the birth of a child, she would go there. All were safe in Cerese’s roots. She never asked for money, only that at times of the full moon they left her in peace.
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A very clever tale. Thanks for joining in.
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