Once upon a time, there was a little blue river, winding like a ribbon around a vast green forest.
Once upon a time, there was a vast green forest, guarding that cabin in the very center, the witch’s cabin made of wood.
Once upon a time, there was a white-haired witch, she lived within the green forest, and she wore black earrings engraved with a golden sun and moon, upon which were etched fine inscriptions.
The witch wore a cloak and magical robes crafted from the wings of that giant dragon in the mountains, carrying the deep black of midnight and the dark blue of a sinking moon, as well as the dragonkin’s power to soar. They were dotted with tiny specks of light, just like stars flickering in the dark night.
The witch always wove through the tall trees like the wind, she was searching for prey, namely those uninvited humans who crossed the river to trespass into her territory, and she was also searching for her companions, her darlings–the cats that could sprout up anywhere throughout the forest.
She remembered that just yesterday, at the back of a black stone, in the shadow of the penny ferns, beside the shallow stream, upon the damp bank, she had found a brownish-yellow kitten, curled up into a tiny ball, its body rising and falling with each faint breath.
The witch carefully gathered the kitten into her pouch, the other side of the pouch led to a cat paradise of her own making, where there were countless adorable kittens, though that place was quite some distance from here.
The witch soon found the uninvited visitor, it was a frail little girl, crying and shouting as she stumbled deep into the forest.
The little girl had come to this forest with her father’s boat, and after her father died in an accident, she was left all alone.
The witch cut off the little girl’s head, and buried it together with her father’s head.