#chriscrosscd

He found himself rolling against the pavement his knees getting scratched up sweat dripping down his neck. Everything seemed normal until he saw black orbs appear and...what? His head was spinning so he didn’t pay too much attention other than scolding his “Whitelighter”. “Demon. 4 o’clock. Trying to kill me!” He warned, his projected self fading away and returning to his body.

“If you’re looking for the innocent, you’re about twenty minutes too late, demon boy.”

“Keep talking and we’ll find out if it’s really possible or not, won’t we?”

@chriscrosscd A light breeze airs its way through, causing nature to sway along with it. The sun providing light for all of mother nature’s creations and creatures. Leaving it up to clouds to evaporate water and spread it over her greenery for it to bloom and grow.  There in the blooming fields was a young witch, harvesting the beauty that mother nature has given. Her skin was light and fair, hair long and well kept. Lace adorning her body in a style of a dress, the fabric’s length fell all the way to her ankles. The witch’s hands were gentle and kind to the plants the held flowers and berries that she wanted to pick. She was currently kneeling down on the ground, picking lavender flowers. She had her own personal lavender plant growing at home, but she preferred the color and scent of wild ones, they were pure and untouched, which were perfect for spells and potions.  Before she even heard the soft rustling of feet walking through grass, she could feel the horrible negative energy of the one who was approaching her. Voice soft and meek as she spoke; “May I help you? Perhaps you are here for a spell to get rid of the negativity that you carry?”