A New Home

The ground shakes the windows disappear. A throne appears on one side of the room. The flesh of the green skinned woman sizzles and begins to smoke.

The building stops shaking and the green skinned woman disappears into a foul smelling smoke.

“Perfect.” Farah exclaims.

You cross the room and peer out a tiny slitted window. You are about five floors above the ground. It is difficult to tell what the full building looks like, but you swear it’s a castle.

“Farah, how?”

“The girl I enthralled was a witch. I had her construct a castle with magic. The exertion killed the poor dear.”

“How is this going to go unnoticed?”

“It’s not! It’s meant to be noticed.”

“But, the police...”

“The police are mine. I bought a keg for a police party with a little something extra. I respect your concerns, Brandi. After all, we are much alike.”

“I’m nothing like you.” You hiss.

Farah grins, showing her fangs. “You may think you are a good girl, but underneath that veneer, we are sisters.”

“Let Asia go.”

Farah gives a girlish clap. “I love your concern for her. Tell you what, spend a week s we it’s me learning your new powers and you can decide what to do with Asia.”

“Deal.”

“Come Brandi, the sun is nearly up. Time to sleep “