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Casey Chambers, known by many as simply a tree, rested in the Witchwood, her roots dug sharply into the ground, her bark carved into a permanent frown, she cries out in agony, watching people pass by, unable to hear her, no one can hear Casey; except for the little girl in the flannel, and her, the Queen in White. Webbine Y’Weave, known by most as Webby. It was a snowy winter in Hatchetfield, Michigan. Casey’s tree body was caked in snow; and the dead grass was blanketed in snowflakes. Harsh cold wind blew through her leaves, making her cold, she shivered, (if she can even do that anymore.)
Meanwhile, Webbine Y’Weave sat within her webs, stringing up fate as she’s meant to, she observed the woods from The White and spotted the lonely tree, she decided to visit her. Webby reached through time and space and appeared in the Witchwood; her snowy hair swaying in the wind. It conjured a coat for itself, a fluffy white coat to cover her dress weaved of spiderwebs, Webby didn’t exactly need the warmth, but it was nice, she carefully approached Casey, like the tree was a frightened animal. “Hello, honey.” Webby sat down in the snow.
She looked up at what used to be the girl she protected, no, the girl she tried to protect and failed all those years ago. Webby couldn’t see, but she knew Casey looked down at her. “Webby!” Webby heard her call, if Casey was still human, she would be smiling right now, she was always an adorable kid. The tree looked down at its old best friend and swayed; happy to see her. “It’s cold.” Casey rasped; Webby began to weave a web, the white threads slipping through her fingers, and with a flash of white light, Casey was wrapped in the strings, heat radiated from the web, (she hadn’t felt warmth in ages.)
“There you go, dear.” She turned and leaned against the tree. “Webby?” Casey’s harsh voice - the voice that used to be soft and sweet - whispered. “Yes, darling?” Webby asked, her dark eyes gazed back up at the tree, blinking curiously. “Could you talk to me? I’ve missed your voice.” It said, Webby obliged. “Of course, Casey.” Webby began to speak about her brothers, the people she’s helped; Pokey’s love of theatre, Blinky’s love of people watching, Tinky’s love of toys, Nibbly’s love of fashion, and Wiggly’s love of the ocean. Then she’d speak about her friends. Holloway’s love of music, Alice’s fears, Steph’s dislike of school, Grace’s cute hair clips, Hannah’s California dream.
Casey’s branches brushed against Webby’s snowy hair. “I missed you.” It said. “We haven’t spoken in forever.” Webby hummed. “We haven’t, have we? I missed you too.” Branches wrapped around Webby in a hug, Webby turned around, wrapping her arms around the tree before letting go. “I know existence like this is exhausting, being stuck like this, but you’re so strong, Casey, so strong.” Webby murmured. “Never forget that, darling, and I extend my blessings from The White.” Casey’s soul smiled through the tree. “Thank you.” Webby got up, pulling her coat over herself. “It’s my purpose, sweetheart.” Casey chuckled. “Goodbye, Webby.” She said as Webby began to fade away. “Goodbye, my child.” Webby smiled; and left in a flash of light.
Wind rushed through the Witchwood again, Webby weaved a web of fate to protect the trees.
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