For about an hour, Sam and Nate were playing in the woods, Nate always catching Sam each time, and Sam doesn’t
even care because it’s all in fun. Now their out of breath while Sam the centaur looking panting regularly
looking a little sweaty, while Nate panting like a dog with his tongue hanging out. Sam says “That’s enough
for now, why don’t we take a rest.” Sam finds that they’re close to his farmhouse. “I have a better idea, why
don’t we go to my house for some refreshments; I have a couple bottles of water in the fridge.” Nate smacks
his lupine lips and nods in agreement.
Sam and Nate arrived at Sam’s house “Be right back with the water.” As Sam is about to approach the house Nate
stopped him, he grabbed his arm carefully not to scratch Sam with his claws, he let out a series of grunts and
growls shaking his head while pointing at him then the house, though Sam may not understand on what Nate is
saying, but he forgot that he’s still a centaur and clearly that he cannot enter the house without causing
damage inside. “Uhh,” says Sam, “Thanks Nate, I can’t enter the house like this. Why don’t you get the water
and I’ll wait in the barn. If you see Brenda, don’t kill her. I want to speak to her.” Nate just nods as he
enters the house, while Sam opens the barn door.
Entering the barn, he sees that he’s the only one in the barn for now, but he sees a few things. On the floor
is a plate with a raw T-bone steak on it with a post-it note attached to the plate and it reads ‘To Nate’.
While Laden’s stall has it’s name crossed out with Sam scribbled on top of it. “What the?” Sam said, then he
spotted a journal on the table, it’s Brenda’s. He picks it up and read’s it.
I feel guilty for lying to Sam and Nate for telling them about tearing down the barn, I just don’t want them
to find out that Bullet died this morning, I arranged someone to pick him up today for a proper burial. He
said he’ll gladly replace Bullet but not until tomorrow.
“Oh Brenda,” Sam said “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier. I would’ve clearly understand.” He continues to
read.
I also didn’t want him to find out my secret that I’m a witch, not like Elphaba, the wicked witch of the West,
but more like Glinda, the good witch of the North. This forest is filled with wild magic, I was about to
enchant the farm soil so we can grow bigger crops naturally to feed the hungry but I need to test them out.
It’s a shame I can’t resurrect Bullet.
I did it, I tested out the forest’s magic, believe it or not I found two subjects to test it on. To grant
their wishes, I merged Sam with his horse Ladin into a centaur and turned Nate into a werewolf. Just in case
they found out, I left Nate a peace offering and arranged Sam to sleep in Ladin’s stall until he want to
separate from Ladin, just in case I’m going into the house to consult my spellbook.
Sam put down the book “Brenda’s a witch eh? Why so secretive about it? It’s not a shame about it, especially
on growing bigger crops.” Sam turned around and see that someone is standing by the open barn door.