Good Witch

History is told by victors. It blurs facts to make them seem heroic and their enemy to be the villain when in reality they are just people doing what they think is best. The story I'm about to tell has been held close to my heart for many years. Something I wish I spoke up about long ago. About a good witch. A good witch named Samantha, she is one of these people I told you about, doing what she believed was best. She was thrust into a roll with no idea what it would mean for her. I suppose I should start from the start: a best friend and a night of fun.

Samantha's day started as normal, picking herbs out of the garden. Her best friend sitting on her back porch swing, watching the golden haired witch sing to her plants. Samantha was a firm believer that singing to her plants would help them grow and flourish. "Do you plan on being a hermit the rest of your life?" Iseah questioned as she pushed herself on the porch swing.

"That depends," Samantha smiled, looking at her friend with her amused amethyst eyes. Witch eyes. "Are you planning on being a nag the rest of your life?" Samantha was quick on her feet, but whenever she threw insults she did it with a smile. Some may call it eerie, insulting even. Iseah called it interesting, sarcastic.

"You can't stay here forever. Your gifts should be celebrated, you could help so many people. More than just injured woodland animals and scaring off poachers. If you only gave people a chance." Iseah walked over to her friend, placing a hand on her shoulder in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. Samantha sighed and gave Iseah a pointed look. She loved her friend, but she doesn't understand her life, and how could she. Iseah was normal, Samantha was a witch, nobody invited witches to parties. Not that Samantha wanted to go. She was fine with her plants and animals.

"This again, Iseah?" Samantha pushed past her friend, shrugging her hand off her shoulder. "We have this conversation every week." Samantha walked into her cottage. "I don't belong in the city, people don't want me there and I don't want to be wanted. Why should I give people a chance?" Samantha shoved a pot into her friends hands and starts prepping her potion. A potion to protect the house. Campers and curious teenagers had been wondering closer to her home everyday, she needed to protect it and herself.

"I want you there Sam, you're my friend and I hate to see you here all on your own." Iseah put the pot on the counter and grabbed her friends hands, stopping her and forcing Samantha to focus on Iseah's words. "People aren't the same as they were a hundred years ago. You scare yourself with these stories and with the words of a few mean kids. People change. One night. It's all I ask, your forest will be fine without you for one night." Samantha glared at her friends blue eyes. What it's like to have normal eyes Sam had never know, but she could.

Samantha couldn't lie to herself, Iseah's offer did sound fun. Just like all her offers before. A promise of fun, just one night where she wasn't the feared witch of the woods. Just one night and people could see that she could be normal. She could be like them.

"I know a spell," Samantha sighed and pulled away from Iseah. "It will work like glamour and disguise my eyes. I can be normal for a night as long as the illusion isn't broken." Iseah smiled, knowing she would break her friends resolve eventually.

"This is wonderful!" Iseah hugged her friend, Samantha flushed at the sudden close contact of her oldest friend. Her only friend. Iseah pulled away and Samantha quickly turned her away, walking to her bookshelf and coughing to hide her reaction.

"I'm only doing this so you will get off my back," Samantha added, not wanting Iseah to think she actually cared about being accepted, because she doesn't. At least that's what she told herself.

"I don't care, oh my god. I have to go shopping! I'll be back tonight with the most beautiful outfit!" Iseah practically ran out of Samantha's cottage and to her car.

That night Samantha prepared a charm that would turn her witch eyes into normal dull blue eyes. She could have chose any color, but she wasn't sure if her magic was strong enough so she went with something plain and easy. Something that wouldn't attract attention to herself.

Her plan not to get noticed didn't seem to register with Iseah who picked out a black see through crop top that exposed her black bra not to mention all her cleavage and ripped blue jeans that seemed to cling to every curve of her body.

Samantha wasn't skinny, but she wasn't fat either, she had a healthy amount of bulge the blue jeans seemed to hide away. Iseah had curled her friends hair and applied makeup that would make her witch eyes pop and seem even more threatening if it weren't for the change to a dull blue. "I'm not sure about this Ise." Samantha looked at herself in the mirror, the only thing that was kept the same is her lack of shoes. Something Iseah had told her isn't allowed in town. Something Samantha is dreading, "this outfit doesn't leave a lot to the imagination."

"That's the point," Samantha turned to her friend. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of Iseah. She had on a short and tight ripped dress. Her sleeves practically holes. The rips showing off a fair amount of cleavage. It continues down her side exposing her perfect skin. Skin Samantha was aching to touch. Her blue eyes popped by the makeup and her lips seemed painfully kissable. Her hair, it was silky, soft and the most beautiful shade of brown Samantha had ever seen.

"Wow...you look amazing," Samantha gasped softly and approached her friend. Thanks to the heels Iseah was wearing she stood a head taller than Samantha.

"Thanks, you look sexy too," Iseah winked and held up a pair of new tennis shoes for her friend. "You wouldn't be able to walk in heels without killing yourself so here. They match the outfit perfectly." Iseah smiled and waited for Samantha to put on the shoes before driving them into town.

"Are you sure about this?" Samantha questioned, looking to her friend with big eyes. She had hoped to persuade Iseah in going back home, having their own little party. Getting drunk together, maybe even sharing a bed like they used to. Only for sleeping, nothing else.

Iseah admittedly refused, saying how tonight was the night that would be the first step of their knew lives. When the girls entered the bar, they had know idea how true that statement was.