An Uninvited Guest

**Date Started:** September 6th,
**Date Completed:** Ongoing
**Previous Role-Play:** N/A
**Users Involved:** User:PuddingCups

**Setting**: Clover Kingdom
**Characters Involved:**
* **Matoya**

## The Festival

The birth of a child was something to be celebrated. The birth of three was even bigger! Especially when from three separate families. What were the odds that they would have their offspring in such close proximity. So, when the realization occurred they sent invites and letters to family and friends from all across the globe detailing a glamorous and exciting party to welcome their future children into the world.

Naturally, an event of this caliber gained nearly everyone's attention. It was the talk of the town, the party of the year! Everyone wanted to attend! Of course, not everyone could. It caused bickering and fights with envious and bitter people; those who wished they had gotten the request and those who felt they deserved the call.

It seemed every week more and more details about the party unfolded, and the more people knew the more eager they were to show up. They had heard whispers of it being a masked ball, talk of kings and queens from other lands coming to give their gifts and best regards. Everyone who was someone was going to be coming and even half of the no ones. This caused quite a ruckus throughout the noble and common lands, people fought tooth and nail over invites and letters but there was one woman in particular who was willing to do whatever it took to attend and nothing and nobody would stand in her way.

## Like A Woman Scorned

Deep within the shaky destructive brambles of the witches forest, beyond the croaking of poisonous frogs and river that emitted a blinding mist, was a hideout. A magically crafted wooden shack watched over by a bitter witch, someone that the forest had come to call The Witch of the Woods. Many witches live in the forest. To see brooms flying over head and to hear cackles into a full moon, common things within the sorceresses country. But not every witch is evil. Despite the bloodthirsty tales spread by foolish humans that speak ugly terrifying appearances and feasting on children and, not every witch is ugly in face and black at heart.

It was the few witches like Matoya who spread that awful reputation. From the east to the west, north to the south, her name was spoken of only in whispers. The crooked cracking sound of soil filled the small wooden shack, a winding tree branch curled and twirled, dropping an apple into a bony gloved hand. The colors contrasted so strangely. A deep pure black grasped around a shiny delicious red. A raven flew through a broken window, perching on the now naked branch and cawing.

"What is it my Diablo?" Her voice was grainy. Like sand. It sounded as if it had been put through the wringer and had a tinge of evil with every parting of the lips. Dropping the apple, it rolled across the floor, her hand gliding over the silky feathers of her animal companion. "My my pretty bird..." She hummed, grabbing it's neck. "Spit it out." She said angrily, her teeth refusing to part as the ground together. The bird then dropped a letter, an elegant pale blue envelope with fancy cursive lettering.

"A party heh... oh and from our such dear friends?" Matoya flashed a crooked Cheshire-grin, her horse teeth showing in a way that made her once plump lips look thin and sickly; though still covered in their gloss. "So sad to think they almost didn't invite us!" Slipping the letter into her pointed hat, she bent over to reach the fallen apple, shining it on her gown before cocking her head and staring back at her bird. "They won't get away with it! I won't allow it! Don't those fools know! SHOULDN'T THEY KNOW DIABLO!" Swatting her arm out, the bird flew away, cawing in a way that if one could understand the avian language, would sound a lot like a screaming cry.

Walking outside her hut she slammed the door and extended her arm, a tree sprung from the earth, twisting into the handle of a broomstick as thorny spines formed it's brush. "Those humans think they can hide from me? They believe that after everything I did for them they'd owe me nothing in return. DIABLO!" Matoya howled, the bird flew over head like a vulture, circling and circling as if trying to find prey before landing on Matoya's make shift broom. "Good birdie..." She said softly, mounting the broom. Wind whirled around her, leaves and dirt kicking and flying to make a storm as the woman shot into the distance, mumbling under and breath and digging her concealed nails into the shaft of her broomstick, angrily cursing into the wind.