A young woman in a teal dress stands outside a vibrant gingerbread house adorned with candies in a dark, whimsical forest.

The Witches Perspective Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young woman who was taking a walk in the forest when suddenly a storm broke and she needed to find shelter fast. She ran through the trees and stumbled upon a gingerbread house with peppermint fence posts and cake walls. She was surprised at how the house stayed up, but she knocked on the door and a very old woman who looked like she was on the brink of death answered the door and said, “Hello young lady, you look like you need shelter, come in, come in.” The old hag really was a witch who needed to find a successor to possess so she could live on, and this young lady looked perfect. The spell that allowed possession could only be used once every century—and the old woman’s last stolen body was falling apart fast. Her hands trembled with age, and her vision blurred with every passing hour. Time was running out. The witch made a perfect bed and cooked a warm homemade meal for the young lady. What the young lady did not know was that the house was under a spell—a subtle charm of forgetfulness that clouded the mind and weakened the will. It only worked on those the witch chose, and she had already marked the girl from the moment she saw her. By the time dinner was over, the young woman had already forgotten her name and where she came from. She tried to remember, just once, a whisper of her past Anna? But it slipped away like a dream fading in daylight. The witch waited for the young lady to fall asleep so she Ver más