say the
weirdest things."
They rose up to above the buildings of the
town, hoping to catch a glimpse of the runaway witch, but as they
had already expected, Zelda had found refuge somewhere. And she had
not left a neon sign pointing in her direction.
"Oh, shiny," Hilda muttered. "We had her, she
had us, and now we're back at the start again. And she knows that
we're here."
"Indeed. But she has the same problem we
have: she doesn't know where we are staying."
Hilda looked around. "This village is very
large. We're going to have a very interesting time here. And the
village will never be the same again after that, I tell you."
William nodded. "It's not the same anymore
since Zelda got here, so we can only add to the damage."
The news-helicopter came after them again.
"Hello?", the amplified man said.
"I suddenly feel like adding to the damage,"
said Hilda as she made her wand appear. Before William could react,
she swooped to the helicopter and hovered close to it, apparently
unaffected by the turbulence of the big rotor-blades.
"Hey you," she said to the reporter inside
the helicopter. The camera-man was struggling to get the best
footage of this strange woman on her broom. "You are making things
hard on us. We're here to catch a witch and now you are on our tail
all the time. We have enough on our hands without you, so you can
either go away by yourself, or I will make you go away. And what's
that thing?" She pointed at the camera.
"That? Oh, that's nothing," the reporter
tried to stall.
"Really. If it's nothing, you can do without
it." Hilda swung her wand, said some Latin, hit it right the first
time, and the camera fell apart in many tiny bits. "Now you can go.
There's nothing."
The reporter and the camera-man stared at the
now worthless expensive camera.
"Hey you. I'm waiting. Go before I- Oh, suck
an elf. Recidi. Goodbye..."
As the witch flew back to the waiting wizard,
the helicopter started to descend to the ground. The pilot fought
the controls all he could, but there was no way his flying skills
were a match for magic. An additional problem he faced was that the
rotors were no match for the buildings that were just too close to
the helicopter.
"What did you tell them?", William asked as
the helicopter fell the last few feet to streetlevel.
"Oh, just that they should leave before I
made them," Hilda shrugged.
"Right. They didn't."
"Indeed. So I did it for them. Now, where can
Zelda be?"
They spent a long time looking for the wild
witch, but to no avail.
"We'll probably have to wait until she makes
a move again," said Hilda. "And that sucks. I hate waiting."
"We can go find some food," William
suggested.
"Okay. Let's do that..."
-=-=-
They did not find a new trace of Zelda that
day. After food and cruising over the town for a while, they
decided to give up for the day and retreated to the room Bert had
made available to them. It was still in one piece, so they assumed
Zelda did not know where they stayed. Still, before laying down,
they spun a light web of magic around the building that housed the
bookstore, so they would be alerted if someone magical came
near.
"I'm glad you are here with me, William."
He held her tight for a moment. "So am
I."
"I'd go crazy here, alone. Like the first
time." Hilda felt safe with William.
"To tell you the truth, I feel more at home
in your world," said William. "It is uncanny how we are hunted and
glared at here."
"Told you," said the witch that was lying in
his arm. "And we'll go back as soon as this business is taken care
of."
"That we will, for certain and for sure."
The glass of the window broke as a stone flew
through it. Hilda stopped the stone and the glass from spreading as
they jumped off the bed. William stepped over to the window as fast
as he could and, in the darkness, he saw a few figures run
away.
"Damn it. Probably kids who saw us fly in. Or
out. That's not good. Word spreads fast in the streets, and Zelda's
bound to hear it faster than we
weirdest things."
They rose up to above the buildings of the
town, hoping to catch a glimpse of the runaway witch, but as they
had already expected, Zelda had found refuge somewhere. And she had
not left a neon sign pointing in her direction.
"Oh, shiny," Hilda muttered. "We had her, she
had us, and now we're back at the start again. And she knows that
we're here."
"Indeed. But she has the same problem we
have: she doesn't know where we are staying."
Hilda looked around. "This village is very
large. We're going to have a very interesting time here. And the
village will never be the same again after that, I tell you."
William nodded. "It's not the same anymore
since Zelda got here, so we can only add to the damage."
The news-helicopter came after them again.
"Hello?", the amplified man said.
"I suddenly feel like adding to the damage,"
said Hilda as she made her wand appear. Before William could react,
she swooped to the helicopter and hovered close to it, apparently
unaffected by the turbulence of the big rotor-blades.
"Hey you," she said to the reporter inside
the helicopter. The camera-man was struggling to get the best
footage of this strange woman on her broom. "You are making things
hard on us. We're here to catch a witch and now you are on our tail
all the time. We have enough on our hands without you, so you can
either go away by yourself, or I will make you go away. And what's
that thing?" She pointed at the camera.
"That? Oh, that's nothing," the reporter
tried to stall.
"Really. If it's nothing, you can do without
it." Hilda swung her wand, said some Latin, hit it right the first
time, and the camera fell apart in many tiny bits. "Now you can go.
There's nothing."
The reporter and the camera-man stared at the
now worthless expensive camera.
"Hey you. I'm waiting. Go before I- Oh, suck
an elf. Recidi. Goodbye..."
As the witch flew back to the waiting wizard,
the helicopter started to descend to the ground. The pilot fought
the controls all he could, but there was no way his flying skills
were a match for magic. An additional problem he faced was that the
rotors were no match for the buildings that were just too close to
the helicopter.
"What did you tell them?", William asked as
the helicopter fell the last few feet to streetlevel.
"Oh, just that they should leave before I
made them," Hilda shrugged.
"Right. They didn't."
"Indeed. So I did it for them. Now, where can
Zelda be?"
They spent a long time looking for the wild
witch, but to no avail.
"We'll probably have to wait until she makes
a move again," said Hilda. "And that sucks. I hate waiting."
"We can go find some food," William
suggested.
"Okay. Let's do that..."
-=-=-
They did not find a new trace of Zelda that
day. After food and cruising over the town for a while, they
decided to give up for the day and retreated to the room Bert had
made available to them. It was still in one piece, so they assumed
Zelda did not know where they stayed. Still, before laying down,
they spun a light web of magic around the building that housed the
bookstore, so they would be alerted if someone magical came
near.
"I'm glad you are here with me, William."
He held her tight for a moment. "So am
I."
"I'd go crazy here, alone. Like the first
time." Hilda felt safe with William.
"To tell you the truth, I feel more at home
in your world," said William. "It is uncanny how we are hunted and
glared at here."
"Told you," said the witch that was lying in
his arm. "And we'll go back as soon as this business is taken care
of."
"That we will, for certain and for sure."
The glass of the window broke as a stone flew
through it. Hilda stopped the stone and the glass from spreading as
they jumped off the bed. William stepped over to the window as fast
as he could and, in the darkness, he saw a few figures run
away.
"Damn it. Probably kids who saw us fly in. Or
out. That's not good. Word spreads fast in the streets, and Zelda's
bound to hear it faster than we
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