Third Point Of View

It had been another long day for Miss L/n. She had just finished her errands of feeding and cleaning. In the little shop just down the street lied many mystical mysteries. There were rumors of Y/n L/n being a witch. Some rumors were downright cruel while others would be bizarre. Most were frightened of what the witch would do to them. This caused many issues such as disruption of work for Miss L/n. Pets needed to be taken care of such as parrots, lizards, and her favorite axolotl wouldn't be for sale. Customers walked on by without taking a peek inside the small shop. Despite Y/n's small number of people's visits per week, she still managed to support herself. No one knew how but she always saved money just incase.

Y/n opened the door to check down the sidewalk several times just incase for any customers. Unfortunately, none. She went back into her shop to check. The sound of a bell alerted Y/n and she turned to see a frantic man, holding a box. She went behind her desk and told the man to come to her desk. "Take it!" The frantic man shoved the box to Y/n. This caught her by surprise. Never before had she ever seen a customer, let alone a stranger give another stranger a box. Who knows what it housed? "You must pay sir. That's what the sign says. What you have on ya?" Y/n said. The man sighed and jumbled around in his jacket pockets for any change. He pulled out a sack and dumped it on the counter, spilling coins. "$5 dollars is all in there. Just shut up and take the box!" The man said. "I make no promises." Y/n giggled to herself. She took the coins and watched as the man left the shop, running in fear. This amused Y/n in a way.

"People just can't keep their hands away from dangerous things. Especially me." Y/n looked down at the box. She had a bad case of curoiusty. "What's your story?" Y/n asked. She shrugged and picked up the box, suddenly noticing a message carved in the box. Y/n recognized the language as Latin. Latin, the dead language. Heh. Ironic much? Y/n knew how these boxes worked. Once you read the words, something horrible would happen. The end of the world, pure evil, or just straight up bad luck. Why risk it? Y/n put the box in a sercet drawer, locking it with a key. She said goodnight to everyone and went to lock her doors. Once finished with that task, she headed into another room. Her bedroom.

She laid herself down to sleep, recalling the frantic man. He didn't want the box so why didn't he destory it? Oh wait, humans are foolish at times. Why do I bother? Y/n closed her eyes and imagined being among the stars. Thousands of people have dreamed about the world. What they could achieve, what they wish they could, of what they could've done before. Foolish it may seem. But some just won't stop at nothing. Some dreams maybe silly. Some very simple. Most wouldn't care.

Y/n found herself once again at her childhood home. Her parents faces hadn't changed ever since she left. "Mama! Papa!" Y/n exclaimed as she ran into their arms. They surrounded her with warmth as they were a family. But reality cut itself short. She remembered that night when she had to leave when human soliders had to take the witches away. Some lived, most died inside. Y/n had been one of them. Taken away to a training school for those who wanted to live alongside humans. It seemed stupid, yet suprising. Y/n tried and tried but to no avail. The pressure to be 'perfect' only made Y/n want to quit. But Y/n tried and believed that when she got it right, they wouldn't know what she would soon do. Especially when she left the training camp. Out the door she walked proud with her bags packed. The sky overhead had a tint of orange so this meant dawn. Y/n raced down the street, far away from the dreaded training camp and raced up to a hill top. Y/n spun around to take the world all around her in with exictment coursing through her veins. Y/n couldn't wait to see the world as it had been before. Especially now that Y/n had been set free. Y/n took off her bag and dropped it onto the ground. Y/n laid down and felt the soft, cool grass brush against her skin.

Y/n spent the last few hours looking at rolling clouds in her mind.