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The witches of Mayfield, beautiful and scary. I stood frightened and mesmerized by the scene before me. She must have put a spell on me. Her long flowing hair black as night, moved wuth a power of its own. Her blue eyes stared through me and grabbed my soul. Her long dark dress was revealing as if she were scantly clad with delicate fabrics and magical properties. The night air semed to be in her control and she used it to cast her power to the far reaches of the worldand beyond. I could not run. The ground seemed to come alive with a subtle glow, as if her power radiated in small waves central to her. She seemed to hover just slightly above the ground. Small flowers befan to climb upon her as if nature were melding with her lovely pale skin of her bare legs, shapely and fit. eye catching