SarahLindaLaw
A beautiful wrought iron gate lined the exterior of Banshee Bertha's garden. Violet vines entangled its floral pattern, enhancing its elegance. However, the creature behind the gate was hardly so remarkable. Of course, she wouldn't be called "banshee" for nothing, now would she? Townsfolk dreaded having to walk past her austere location, for they feared her wonky spells and enchantments would transform them into something not-so-magically-delightful.