Write about a phobia your character has. When and how did they discover they had this fear?
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They called her the Bone Witch. Honored Grandmother. Dearest Aunt. Honored Grandfather. Sweetest Uncle. Elder Brother. Affectionate and warm titles you would give to the family member who you held affection like no other. The family member who had given you only kindness and warmth in your darkest hours. T
I never knew what the Bone Witch considered or called themselves in that sleepy village. I did not intend to stay- small villages and odd traditions are not worrisome. But sometimes the Light whispers in your ears and rather than stay overnight after helping the local smith, I took my payment and then I left. It was going to take time to get to Quel’thalas- a week of walking- and I listened to the Light’s whisper.
A single elf walking the path at night, I hoped, would get no trouble. But after leaving the village I began to feel the need to hurry. When I reached the first crossroads I saw them.
The Bone Witch leaned against the signpost for the roads. Nobody would ever believe me, but I swear I saw a woman’s form that shifted to something else. Became male and solidified. When he spoke his voice was saccharine, sweet as chocolate in my mouth. I do not remember the words he spoke or if I replied for my next memory is of their hands on my shoulder. I could smell roses but as he looked up to me the sweet smell of roses became spoiled, rotting corpses and I gagged.
Roses were spoiled for me ever since. But what haunted me, truly haunted me were his eyes.
Shadows. Shadows so deeply entrenched in their soul it was impossible to remove it.
I’ve seen shadow priest. I’ve seen many who can have enough control to wield forces most cannot comprehend. But there is a certain kind of darkness for those who give up everything in pursuit of something. Those people are the countryside myths, the nighttime terrors that crawl over the land. They enjoy the depraved, the fear, the terror, the power they hold over those that cannot leave or fight back.
There is nothing more sickening or fearful than the petty, selfish, greedy desires of small evils. They exist only for their own fulfillment and that fulfillment is twisted and tainted.
I got away from the bone witch and left that small village. But the feeling of him staring into my back as I left has never escaped me. In the centuries since I have often thought of them. I fear becoming such a petty, bitter, bile spitting creature and true or not I have often corrected myself.
I cannot ever walk onto such a path that would lead me there. Fear the Shadows. Fear the Bone With and all others of such ilk. The larger evils are just as depraved but do not forget the small evils that stalk the night.
A later addition to the old and aging paper is below. Judging by the ink it’s less than a century.
Do not go to Southern Lorderon at the crossroads where the village used to be. The bone Witch is still there. They say their village is gone and they need help. Do not help the Bone Witch.
Tyleril Silversword 