Over the river and through the Woods (open to anyone)

"Those were witch-wolves.” Willow Hood turns to Wilma. "They feed off the power of witches to gain their own power. If they catch a witch, they'll drain their powers and use them for evil." She pulled out her knife, which was still covered in blood, "That's why this knife is covered in blood. I used it to kill one, but it drained my powers before I could kill it." Willow Hood raised her hand in the air and something Wilma didn’t understand. Wilma looked around to see that nothing happen. She said the same thing again but the result remains the same. She bent her head down in defeat and stared at the floor. "Although the drainage is only temporary, I’m still defenseless against the wolves." That scared Wilma a bit. She couldn’t imagine herself without her powers, she already weak with them.

Willow Hood walked over to a small dresser and pulled it open to look for something. She took out a silver moon necklace that sparkler with the moonlight. She put it around Wilma's neck. "They won't be able to hurt you with this on. Wolves are scared of silver and they'll run off." She looked back at the curtain and looked outside. "The rifle that Grandmother had, it was loaded with silver bullets. That's why they went away but they'll be back soon. To drain my Grandmother."

Wilma stared at the necklace with awed. This person help her like no one else has before. She couldn’t say they were friends yet, because they had just met but Wilma knows to at least own it to her to help Willow Hood and her grandmother.

With determination in her pale blue eyes, she said to Willow Hood “I willing to help in anyways you need. I owe it to you and your grandmother.”

Willow smiled and placedher hand gently on Wilma's shoulder.
"You're very kind to say that Wilma, but i'm afraid right now we are defensless agsinst them." She looked up at the clock that was in the upper right hand corner of her room and added, "In about an hour my powers should return but until then," she led Wilma to one of the soft beds, "we rest until morning."

Willow Hood smiled and placed her hand on Wilma's shoulder. "You're very kind to say that Wilma, but I’m afraid right now we are defenseless against them." Wilma frowns about that. She really wanted to help right now, but she knows the Willow Hood was right.

Willow Hood looked up and stared at the circle with weird symbols on it. "In about an hour my powers should return but until then," she led Wilma to one of the beds and tucks her in. "we rest until morning." Willow Hood went into the bed on the other side of the room.

“Sleep well Willow Hood” said Wilma softly. Wilma got really comfortable in the bed, being the first one she lay on in over a year. Sadly, Wilma couldn’t go to sleep. After an eventful evening, her mind couldn’t rest. She sign and close her eyes, hoping that at least she will past out eventually from exhaustion.

Willow crawled into her bed and snuggled up under the covers. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

In her dream, she was in the snowy forest with her blood tipped knife in her hand. Laying at her feet was the corps of the dead witch wolf. Suddenly, the corps changed until it was no longer a wolf. It was her grandmother.
Willow shreiked and moved back. Then, all around her, her friends and family members appeared one by one, dead. Apparently they had all died painful gorey deaths. Willow almost cried when she saw the next corpse. It was Wilma's

By the looks of it, Wilma had starved to death and was laying limp on the frosty floor. Willow covered her mouth with her hands and sobbed.

Willow then worke up from her horrifying dream and sat straight up in her bed. She was breathing loudly and sweat poured down her face.

Wilma didn’t know when she did actually fell asleep, but she knows she did when she heard a scream. She screams right after wards and fell out of bed and hit her face on the floor. “Owww…” she moans in pain. Wilma got up from her face to see Willow Hood sweaty. She was the one who scream. “Hey Willow Hood, are you ok?”

Willow slowly nodded. "Yeah. Um...it was nothing. Goodnight." She layed back down and closed her eyes.

Willow Hood shakes her head. "Yeah. Um...it was nothing. Goodnight." She laid back down and face the other way from Wilma. Wilma got up from the floor and went to the window.

She looks outside to see the sun just barely peeking from the horizon. A few stars were still up and the moon slowly fading away for the morning. This was Wilma’s brother’s favorite time of the day. Wilma signs of the lovely memories of home with her home and family.


Wilma felt tears going down her face. She wipes the tears and sniffed. She decides to go downstairs to warm up some more near the fire place.