The old witch died alone on the forest floor, clutching the only flowers that would decorate her grave, a small bunch of feverfew, not nearly strong enough for the pain.
A carrion bird found the witch's body and tried to feast on her eyes. The bird didn't have time to squawk before it died. Other animals happening upon her body turned and ran. The witch's body bled the remnants of powerful magic cast throughout her long life, but it also held a specific spell in its bones.
The flesh and clothes of the woman rotted and fell away as would that of the most common housefrau, or even the Queen, but the skeleton of the witch waited.
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