Fourteen

Barbara's POV

As I stepped into Elsa the witch's cabin, I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine. The decorations were ancient, and the musty scent of old books and herbs filled the air. The dim lighting cast eerie shadows across the room which made my heart race.

My eyes darted around the space, taking in the countless trinkets and artifacts that littered the shelves and tables. An old cauldron sat atop a roaring fire, bubbling with an unknown substance. Strange symbols and runes were etched into the walls, their meanings lost to time. I couldn't help but feel both fascinated and unnerved by the scene before me.

My expression must have given away my unease because Elsa let out a soft chuckle. "Do not be afraid, child. The magic in this room is ancient, but it means you no harm."

I nodded like I understood what she was saying but despite her reassurance, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was in the presence of something powerful and dangerous. I took a deep breath and tri