7.14 The Witchling Shama
It was going to be our first night in the house. I wondered what would happen next. Surely Mrs. Penn and the officer wouldn’t stay much later. It wasn’t dark yet, but it would be…
The Witchling Shama
A young witchling and her loyal horse stand at the forest’s edge,
ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.
Follow the unfolding journey of Shama, a courageous young witchling, through daily entries. Each post continues the story. Start from the beginning or dive into the most recent chapters.
Daily Story Blogs
7.13 The Witchling Shama
The boys were back to chasing each other. They called it tag, but it looked like they were just having fun running about the yard. They were obviously feeling energetic after having a nap and…
7.12 The Witchling Shama
“Then the boys will have something easier to feed Frey when they want to, and the grain will make Frey’s coat shiny again. The brush and curry comb will help with that, too. I had…
Shama’s Journey: Chapter Progression
5.1 The Witchling Shama: The Beginning
The night still held the smells of discord. I sniffed the winds and exhaled angrily. The town had…
5.2 The Witchling Shama
When the first rock hit, I spit fully into the face of the mayor. Then I raised my…
5.3 The Witchling Shama
She galloped her dappled grey stallion, Frey, until she saw that he was sweating and breathing hard. She…
5.4 The Witchling Shama
Weeding and tending to Mr. Kettern’s garden was surely worth the friendship she had with Frey. And luckily,…
5.5 The Witchling Shama
Well, she would no longer be at their beck and call. She was free of their scorn and…
5.6 The Witchling Shama
The hour was growing late. When I had walked Frey cool, I located a likely place for a…
5.7 The Witchling Shama
It was pleasant to wake up in such a lovely spot. I couldn’t help smiling, although my stomach…
5.8 The Witchling Shama
Just as I was thinking that I heard the approach of a trotting horse. His tread on…
5. 9 The Witchling Shama
The preacher had seemed a nice enough fellow, but when he arrived at the village, he would probably…
5. 10 The Witchling Shama
Standing in front of us, looking ready to attack, stood a five hundred pound boar with tusks like…
5. 11 The Witchling Shama
It was not a good area to gallop in. There were too many low growing plants with shoots…
5.12 The Witchling Shama
We rested there for a moment to get our breath, then walked on through the woods, keeping our…
5.13 The Witchling Shama
We passed by areas of mushrooms in a wide variety. I glanced at them but didn’t stop to…
5.14 The Witchling Shama
In the dream , the kitten wanted to play and began following a string I was dangling in…
5.15 The Witchling Shama
I woke up then, sat up, and stretched. Frey, who was standing right beside me, resting as I…
5.16 The Witchling Shama
I babbled on a bit, telling Frey all about my funny dream. His ears flicked back and forth,…
5.17 The Witchling Shama
I guess everyone harbors unanswered questions that plague them on their sleepless nights. I had tumbled mine about…
5.18 The Witchling Shama
I whistled to Frey and when he came over, I saddled him up. It was a temptation to…
5.19 The Witchling Shama
It was a pleasant day for a ride. Frey, having rested well, seemed bouncy with energy. I’d checked…
5.20 The Witchling Shama
Using a stick, I took a moment to dig up some of the stems which were buried underground.…
5.21 The Witchling Shama
We passed a turtle lying in the sun, and, later, several small frogs croaked as we passed…
5.22 The Witchling Shama
I was lucky to be slightly dark of skin. My eyes were green and my hair a dark,…
5.23 The Witchling Shama
The afternoon had cooled off. A soft breeze sped us on our way. We reached a patch where…
5.24 The Witchling Shama
I hadn’t received an answer about where their parents were, but it was possible the boys were just…
5.25 The Witchling Shama
Carlo, who’d been petting Frey on the leg, which was as high as he could reach, turned to…
5.26 The Witchling Shama
No one was home, just as the boys had suspected. They invited me inside and asked if…
5.27 The Witchling Shama
“It’s dark down there,” Carlo added, his eyes widening in apprehension, either because he was terrified at the…
5.28 The Witchling Shama
On inspection, the items looked safe. I opened a jar of apricots and took a whiff. The seal…
5.29 The Witchling Shama
This bush looked like it was in its second year because it had flowering stalks blooming with attractive…
5.30 The Witchling Shama
I suppose Frey’s willingness to obey such a summons might also be due to the fact that I…
5.31 The Witchling Shama
My hopefulness for the return of the boys’ parent, turned to astonishment when I saw that the buggy…
6.1 The Witchling Shama
Once again, my thoughts dallied, as they were prone to do of late. For some reason, I was…
6.2 The Witchling Shama
I patted his shoulder, then watched as he took off, first at a trot and then a surge…
6.3 The Witchling Shama
The woman stepped forward. “Boys, my name is Mrs. Penn, and I’m going to take care of…
6.4 The Witchling Shama
I rubbed the boys’ backs and cooed meaningless babble like, “Now, now,” which is what Old Mother used…
6.5 The Witchling Shama
“We’ll put you in the children’s home, and everything’s going to be just fine,” Mrs. Penn added, nervously…
6.6 The Witchling Shama
Officer Krugle had taken a breather from demanding my personal information. I guess he hadn’t envisioned the boys…
6.7 The Witchling Shama
Mrs. Penn was obviously outraged by the sights she’d seen inside the children’s abode, and although she was…
6.8 The Witchling Shama
The officer was back in under five minutes, the disgust he’d been showing concerning my presence in the…
6.9 The Witchling Shama
“Shama,” I said, bowing to the necessity of being honest with an officer of the law. “I…
6.10 The Witchling Shama
Only the man didn’t say what I’d assumed he would, because Mrs. Penn interrupted him. “Officer, I need…
6.11 The Witchling Shama
The idea of being someone’s mommy horrified me. I shook my head emphatically, then looked down at Carlo’s…
6.12 The Witchling Shama
I watched as the man placed my saddle and bridle onto the seat beside him. Then, reassured that…
6.13 The Witchling Shama
As the buggy sped along, I sneaked peeks at Mrs. Penn. She didn’t seem to be much of…
6.14 The Witchling Shama
As Officer Krugle drove us into the town, I began to wonder exactly where he’d take us.…
6.15 The Witchling Shama
The officer’s eyes scanned me once more, as if each piece of information he pried out of…
6.16 The Witchling Shama
I didn’t want to ask, afraid that might deflate the boys even further. Did they understand that their…
6.17 The Witchling Shama
“For a few days?” I asked, considering it. I didn’t want to stick around here with a…
6.18 The Witchling Shama
Without any further discussions with Officer Krugle about propositions, the four of us headed in the direction…
6.19 The Witchling Shama
We walked in through the varnished wood front door, then stopped. I think my mouth dropped open, and…
6.20 The Witchling Shama
“Oh, dear,” Mrs. Penn. “We need those new clothes right now. Okay if I leave now so…
6.21 The Witchling Shama
I closed the door and took a moment to think. First, I needed to look at the…
6.22 The Witchling Shama
After it was clean, I placed the basin on a flat surface and used a hose to fill…
6.23 The Witchling Shama
“Do you always carry on conversations with your horse?” the officer said, having sneaked up behind me while…
6.24 The Witchling Shama
So, of course, there was nothing to do but search the house. Behind a door in the kitchen,…
6.25 The Witchling Shama
We found an almost perfectly square line on the ceiling of Mrs. Smith’s living room, painted so evenly,…
6.26 The Witchling Shama
The floorboards, when I advanced a gingerly step inside, seemed safe and strong. I heard not a single…
6.27 The Witchling Shama
I left that first box open, figuring that the boys would enjoy its contents, and moved on to…
6.28 The Witchling Shama
The boys must have heard us talking. They came out into the living room, yawning and stretching their…
6.29 The Witchling Shama
“We shall strive to draw out more of those smiles,” Mrs. Penn said. “And now, I think it…
6.30 The Witchling Shama
I was still holding the two teddy bears. I turned back to hand them to Mrs. Penn, but…
7.1 The Witchling Shama
I don’t remember ever having such a pleasant and relaxing bath. The water temperature was just right. The…
7.2 The Witchling Shama
I found myself once more admiring the dress in the mirror. Mrs. Penn had found a dress that…
7.3 The Witchling Shama
I just couldn’t bear to put the boots back on, not when I was clean and fashionably attired.…
7.4 The Witchling Shama
I turned back to meet Mrs. Penn’s eyes. “I am sorry for my rudeness in coming downstairs barefoot,…
7.5 The Witchling Shama
Frances placed his sandwich down on the plate and leaned forward. “Really? Shama’s going to teach us to…
7.6 The Witchling Shama
After eating, I asked if Mrs. Penn had been able to get some hay for Frey. She said…
7.7 The Witchling Shama
Frey was excited to see us. He bugled, then did a head nodding stunt until I walked over…
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