The Witch Of The Yellowcrestvill
#ShortStory #3 As the sun gazed down upon the Yellowcrestvill, the winds sang the songs of the birds, the cornfields danced and smiled with a gleam and people rejoiced in the abundance of wealth and happiness. And it all seemed to be too good from the eyes of the raven that shadowed from above. Yellowcrestvill, a small village that once took pride in its success and wealth was brought down to its knees by the recent deaths caused by the plague of unknown origin. The village chief had organized the assembly to discuss further upon the matter. At noon, people gathered around the old willow tree at the village centre, and the chief stood tall upon the bench that was built around the tree. "Here, we all have gathered to discuss. The recent deaths have shaken us all, but I assure you all, that there is nothing to worry about. I am sure the ...