Once upon a time, in a village at the edge of the enchanted forest. There lived a young witch who was known her kind nature and her ability to make lovely candy!

The children loved her and she cared for them very much. If any child was sad or was having a bad day, she would ask what their favorite candy was and would make it for them. She loved children very much, but she was never allowed to adopt any of them. The villagers still didn't trust a witch with a child. So, the village made a law that no witch would be able to adopt a child until it is for certain that they have a pure heart and no ill intentions. 

Even though the witch was kind and never hurt so mush as a fly, the villagers still would not let her adopt a child. She and the children felt like she was being treated unfairly and that the law should be changed. But they knew that it wasn't that simple. so they just went on with their lives as normal. Hoping that someone would have a change of heart. But little did she know, her life was going to change for the better.

~Riley's pov~

It was a cold rainy night tonight. I swept my cottage floor clean of all the dirt and sugar grains that had collected on the ground for at least three weeks. I liked to keep my home neat and tidy. No potion was out of place and no cauldron was unkempt. Sure, some of my wands weren't in the wand holder and some of my books were not on the shelf, but that's okay.

I swept the dirt and sugar into a little pile and levitate it out a window and onto the ground outside. Satisfied with my work, I pick up one of my favorite books and go to my chair by the fireplace. But, as soon as i sat down and opened my book, I heard three small knocks on my door.  

Who would at my door at this hour? and in a storm no less?  I think to myself as I place my book on the armrest of my chair and stand up. I walk over to the door and open it. At first I didn't see anyone, but a quiet whimper made me look down. I gasp and see a small boy shivering on my doorstep. 

I pick him up gently and bring him into my cottage. I set him down on my chair and cover him with a blanket. I grab a towel and dry his hair but I feel something strange as I move the towel back and forth across his little head. I lift up the towel and see two little horns on top of his head. Confused, I examined his arms and legs. I was surprised to see that the top parts of his arms were covered in blackish purple scales as well as his legs. 

But as I continued to poke around, I notice that he would wince and whimper if I touched a certain spot on his arms or ribs. I grew concerned and carefully lifted up his tattered blue shirt to reveal many scrapes and dark blue bruises. I gasp quietly and rush over to my shelf of potions. 

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon... where is it?!" I say with a hushed yell. I moved a few bottles and smile in triumph as I see a small silver canister. I take it off the shelf and open it. Inside the canister was a green, cream-like, substance that acted as a healing medicine. 

I go back over to the small child, taking some of the cream and gently putting it over his wounds. I watched at the cream seeped into his skin and practically disappeared. I put the lid back on the canister and put it back on the shelf. I wash off my hands and went to my bed. I wonder what happened to that small boy? He seems too young to start or be in fights. I'll ask him if he wakes tomorrow.

~To Be Continued~