PP#16:

The Witches Keep Witching

The story continues to unfold while I also learn to screenwrite. Enjoy.

Start from the beginning.

What follows is a fictional account.

Witch Town, Part 4

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(ANIMATED MOVIE)

EXT. MAGIC PORTAL OUTSIDE WITCH TOWN, MORNING

WARLOCK WARREN has been listening in on the conversation between Griselda and Esmeralda. From his vantage, hanging in a magic tunnel in the air, it is as if the warlock is peering from a clear window within his spinning vortex of colors and energies.

WARREN
(mutters)
Warriors of light?

He turns away from his view of Witch Town and flies through the air in the magic tunnel.

WARREN (CONT’D)
Better get this back to the Enclave.

He speeds faster through the portal, but appears to get distracted by something he sees out of the corner of his eye.

Pausing along the side of the magic tunnel, he looks out a new window he creates in the tunnel wall.

He witnesses dozens and dozens of trolls marching through the badlands. It is a wide open expanse of red rock formations that hang as if magic platforms through the air in some dark, cloudy atmosphere. The trolls walk in line across one long, connected piece of the rock platforms.

WAREN (CONT’D)
Where are they going? Trolls don’t usually band together.

This inspires Warren to speed even more rapidly towards his destination through his magic portal.

EXT. WARLOCK MANSION, MORNING

At last he arrives at Warlock Mansion, which sits on the top of a large hill. It’s set against a dark sky, with a lightning storm brewing all around.

Lightning flashes and thunder rolls in as Warren walks up to the door.

INT. WARLOCK MANSION GREAT HALL, MORNING

Warren bursts through the door to find a dozen more of his kin sitting in quiet discussion around a long table.

WARLOCK WHITTAKER speaks from the far end of the table.

WHITTAKER
(dryly)
Warren, glad you could join us so. What brings up to this state of panic?

WARREN
Terrible news. The Old Hen Cacklers have abandoned their school of magic and moved to Witch Town.

The warlocks laugh. WARLOCK GRANT waves his hand dismissively.

GRANT
(sarcastically)
Not the Old Hen Cacklers? Leaving their school! To move into Witch Town! Oh my, it IS the end of the world, isn’t it?

Warren continues unperturbed by his colleague.

WARREN
It’s not the facts that they are moving, but why they are moving that is troublesome. They were attacked by warriors of light. They claim these light warriors were burning down their school of magic.

The warlocks show more solemnity after that. Whittaker stands to his feet and moves toward Warren.

WHITTAKER
Dear me, this is troublesome. The Cacklers must really be hard on their luck. We all know how much strife they have with the witches of Witch Town.

WARREN
Indeed. And what’s more, as I was returning from Witch Town I spotted something on the way back in my portal. The trolls were moving in a great migration across the badlands.

Whittaker holds his hand to his heart and gasps.

WHITTAKER
Together!?

WARREN
Yes. It looked like they were abandoning their homeland.

GRANT
What would possess them to do that?

WARREN
I’m not sure, but I don’t like these signs. There’s trouble afoot.

WHITTAKER
And you’re going to find out more.

WARREN
Yes, but, Head Warlock…

WHITTAKER
Well, you came here with this information. It only seems fitting that you are the one to follow up on it. Go out there and learn what is going on.

WARREN
And what will you do? Continue to sit here?

WHITTAKER
(enunciating his consonants very hard)
What we do is of no consequence to you.

Grant in particular seems amused to watch the head warlock shutting down Warren.

WHITTAKER (CONT’D)
We of the Warlock Enclave built this mansion to keep the outside world… outside. We dwell within to do what we do best. Why on earth you decide to run around out there, none of us will ever understand. So why don’t you leave us to our own devices here, and you continue to traipse about outside doing what YOU do best.

WARREN
With all due respect, when those warriors of light find Warlock Mansion, it won’t matter that you keep to your own devices in here. This concerns us all.

WHITTAKER
Warren, my dear… something… What you fail to recall is the power of our magic. There is no force on earth that could break into this mansion without the Enclave allowing it to happen. Who’s going to give the say-so to welcome these oh-so-dangerous warriors of light into the mansion? Hm? Will it be you?

Grant laughs out loud at this point.

WARREN
Even if, as you say, this mansion cannot be broken into, what of the witches of Witch Town? Or the Old Hen Cacklers? Will we just let our cousins perish in the fires of these light warriors?

WHITTAKER
(enunciating hard again)
What happens to them is of no concern to us! That is their business. Now enough! Be gone!

With a wave of his hand, Head Warlock Whittaker uses his magic to push Warren back through the great hall and out of the mansion.

EXT. WARLOCK MANSION FRONT DOOR, MORNING

Whittaker shuts and locks the door in front of Warren’s face, even as Warren tries to get back in, rattling the door angrily.

Warren wipes the perspiration from his forehead, then lifts his hands up into the long sleeves of his robe.

WARREN
Maybe I WILL have to do something about this MYSELF. I suppose I’ll pay a visit to those witches…

He turns from the Mansion and walks back down the hill.

Rain begins to fall as the storm picks up and darkens the whole area around Warlock Mansion. Lightning and thunder again break out across the sky.

Warlock Warren vanishes back into his magic portal.

FADE OUT

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Matthew