... she divined ill intent from the little man. His tall black hat was punctured by two little horns and a short little tail poked from his tan hemp pants. His overcoat had wide green and black vertical stripes and his long skinny nose stuck out between beady eyes filled with malicious intent.
Little Witch Hazel always followed her instinct on such things, so she turned down the lane to the left toward the waning moon.
The small fury figure scared her, she knew she was between the three men at the crossroads, and some unknown figure before her path. She knew each of the four directions would take her on a different journey, but which would lead her to that which she sought?...
About that time, a mighty wind began to blow. The strange looking black water under her feet only quivered a bit as she covered her eyes. Little Witch Hazel was caught by what seemed like a whirlwind but instead soon realized she was going down into the puddle. The world spun and the strange little creature scurried away with a sound like a shreek followed by a giggle. She found herself in a strange yet familiar place .......
Where so came upon the most beautiful trees. One stood out the most, because it was shaped like two people hugging each other. She reached into her pocket to find that she had lost her.................
...magick stone. And without it she feels unable to make wishes. And wishes are what she's all about because she is really Little Witch Hazel the Wishmaster...
...and she wished that she was back home in bed. The evil that she sensed in the man with the black hat still lurked nearby, and the presence of the Faery folk could only mean mischief, too. She froze at the snapping of a twig behind her. Turning slowly, she saw what only could be called a ...