witch

Pip stood there, alone in the vast cemetery, his heart heavy with emotion. The gravestones around him pierced the evening fog like silent sentinels, their epitaphs telling stories of lives ended too soon. Before him lay the moss-grown stones of his parents and five little brothers, a stark reminder of the relentless cycle of life and death.

In the shadowed heart of Moscow, amidst rumor and intrigue, came a tale of an unlikely pair. The story unfolded with the arrival of a mysterious stranger, the Master, a writer tormented by his own creation, a novel about Pontius Pilate. He found solace in Margarita, a woman whose love for him was as boundless as the night itself.

It had been several months since taking down the Grand High Witch and transforming the witches into mice, yet Luke could still feel a faint tingling of magical energy in the air. His grandmother was no longer worried about unexpected witch attacks, and they both lived a much quieter life away from all the madness. But a strange restlessness grew within Luke.