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The Witchy One
The Story of Magical Witches
How little blue “Witchy” came to be
Deep in the heart of the Transylvania Forest is a thicket of ancient, gnarled blue Magical Witch Trees. They thrive in darkness, their sturdy, twisted branches reaching for their beloved moonlight on those precious nights when its ethereal radiance glows above them.
They have stood there in silence since the Dawn of Time, their deep roots drawing up all the Knowledge of Mother Earth and her treasured Wisdom for herbs and healing, their lush, thick leaves reaching into the Sky, gathering the Powerful Secrets of the Universe. All Magick and Wisdom are stored in the trees.
These are the Olde Ways and they have endured countless millennia.
When it is Time, on a Blue Moon all the witches gather round one of these sacred blue Trees. Bright moonbeams shine down upon it like shimmering silver, their brilliance causing the entire tree to glow so brightly that it would be blinding for humans, but none has ever entered the Forest.
Suddenly, with a crack of thunder and a bright flash of light, the tree vanishes and in its place…
