Chapter 5: The New Normal
The silence that followed was heavy. The villagers crept back, staring at the "wicked" witch who was currently helping the Mayor pick eggshells out of his hair.
"You saved us," Julian said, beaming.
"I saved my garden," Elara snapped, though she didn't pull her hand away when a little girl from the village offered her a wilted daisy. "And if any of you step on my moss again, I will turn you into a toad. Not a permanent toad, just a weekend toad. For reflection."
Mayor Pips cleared his throat, adjusting his spectacles. "Well. I suppose we could waive the Zoning Ordinance. Provided... you provide the village with those pest-control potions? The ones that don't scream?"
Elara smirked. "It'll cost you. Double the usual rate."
Today, the Obsidian Spire is still dark and imposing. There is still a sign that says "Beware of the Witch." But underneath it, in much smaller, friendlier letters, it says: "Consultations by appointment only. Please wipe your boots. Bagpipe lessons on Tuesdays."