A Puppet's Strings (On Hiatus)

(Narrator POV)

We start off in a small village that has a friendly community with a proud history of families that help each other out when situations are dire.

Though the community is small, they try to help each other out however they can even though the world is rough an elder once said "Even though things get tough, as long as we stick together and help each other out, there is happiness to enjoy in a cruel world that is reality."

Among the families that live in the village is the Johnson family, they lived in a decent sized house and there lived Mr and Mrs Johnson along with their 2 children: Alfred Johnson (age 16), and Milaya Johnson (age 11).

The family was proud to live in such a nice community, because the previous place they lived in was filthy, unclean, and unkept. So they saved up enough money when they used to live there and moved out when they got the chance.

So without further ado, let's get on with the story.

(Alfred's POV)

I was just waiting for breakfast with my little sister, me and her were playing a guessing game to pass the time.

Alfred: So who made up the concept of magic?

Milaya: Oh oh! I got it! it's, uh it's, umm... Omadil?

Alfred: Err, wrong answer! The right answer is Maikino.

Milaya: *puffs cheeks* hmph, I would of guessed it right anyway...

Alfred: *looks at her with a teasing smile* Oh really?

Milaya: Ok ok I wouldn't of guessed it right, now it's my tu-

Mrs. Johnson: Kids, breakfast is ready!

We looked to see our mother walk over to the table with two plates that have eggs, and biscuits with gravy.

Milaya: Yay! Egg's with biscuits and gravy!

Alfred: Woah easy there little sister, *chuckles* they aren't going anywhere!

The food was then set in front of us, but before I started eating I noticed someone is missing.

Alfred: Hey mom, where's dad?

Mrs. Johnson: Don't worry sweetie, he's currently out shopping for some stuff we're running low of he'll be back shortly.

That answers that question, me and the rest of the family were eating breakfast while talking about things about the village we live in.

Alfred: Hey Milaya, do you remember the story of "The Witch" that mother and father told us about before we went to sleep at night when we were younger?

Milaya: Please don't remind me of 'that' story, it always gives me nightmares when I go to sleep... *shivers*

Yeah see when we moved in here, my dad was always told the story of "The Witch" time after time when he returned from work. They always said to never and I mean NEVER leave the village at night. It is said that those who leave never return or something like that because there is a being that existed before this village was founded and possibly when the universe was made.

As time went by, people stopped telling him the story because they knew by now after a year of moving in and settling here he would know the story and tell it to us.

Just thinking about it is making me curious if the story is true, because the entrance has a path leading into the forest where the supposed witch lived in.

After we were done with breakfast, we washed our dishes in the sink and went to the couch where we resumed our guessing game.

Milaya: So what question was I gonna ask again?