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‘So this is it,’ Marc* thought to himself as he approached a shack nestled into the middle of Lumbridge's swamplands. His son had told him about this place, the creature who called it home and the request it had made of him. His heart sank into the pit of his stomach.
“I have come,* he called, “to speak with the Lady of the Swamp. I hoped you might answer some questions.”
The door swung open to him with an aching creak. As he moved inside it slammed and he felt cold, boney fingers curl around his shoulder.
Marco spun, coming face to face with the swamp witch. She was as pale as death and emaciated. Her clothing was ratty and she wore a thin scrap of cloth to veil her eyes and head. When she grinned at him, her teeth were black with rot.
*Well? Don’t keep an old woman waiting,” she cackled, extending her boney hand out to him.
Marco forced his mind from her despicable appearance with great difficulty and spoke. “I know you came to my son and requested a piece of jewelry.”
“It does not belong to him,” she hissed, emphasizing her statement by snatching up a silver knife and spinning around to point it at him. “It does not belong to you, either.”
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18-May-2013 17:42:09 - Last edited on 21-Nov-2015 19:27:34 by K9 Morphed