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Superstitions have been debated since the beginning of humanity. Witches, werewolves, vampires, ghosts...are any of those real? They are.

Because their existence is steeped in legend, these beings hold the keys to the mysteries of the Earth. One such mystery is the secret to longevity. Humans pay every penny they have to hunt the "cure" to death, but they have yet to find it. Most believe that it doesn't exist. Little do they know, that the answer is out there, and in multiple forms.

One such form is a single witch who had just moved into the town of Haven. Feeling proud of himself, he'd decided to go to the bar.

Zara, Zara Flow her name is. The most well known witch in town, Most witches feared her and nicknamed her, The Cold Hearted Witch
She lived in a large Victorian like house, It had a black gate at the front and just a few Metres behind those gates were the huge black doors. Zara was feeling a little lonely that day and she decided to head for the bar, She dressed in a black dress, A black hat and black heels. It was normal for a female witch to walk in black of course.

She'd begin to head down to the bar. "I wonder what adventures are ahead of me tonight." She'd grin after saying that.

Kate was once again sent to her room for dressing improperly at school. She was extremely angry this time. The principal wanted everyone to celebrate Arachnid Day. She spent hours making the dress and spent the last of her money that she had to buy the supplies. She was going to save her money and wear the boring old jeans, t-shirts and sneakers. The local resale shop will have such stuff cheap.

Over the next several months, Kate kept careful track of her money and hid it. She babysat and did odd jobs to earn extra money. She even did work for an old lady for a bicycle. She enjoyed working for the old lady even though it was pulling weeds. She even met the lady's lawyer one day which really surprised her. The lawyer smiled at the young girl who was working hard each and every weekend.

One day the lawyer went inside the garage and brought out an old bicycle contraption. ((Floor plans will be shared soon!))

"This was my crowning achievement when I was a teenager. My mother and I want you to have this. Here are the keys to the garage and to the horse drawn carriage. Clean it up and make the contraption beautiful once more. Everything that you need is in the garage. This business card has my cell number. I suggest that you keep it here in your glove compartment. After you clean it out of course. This is a gift from me. It is a track fone. It has some minutes on it but use them carefully.

Forget about the yard. Just work on this contraption. Mother is slowly dying from cancer and will soon die. We both want you to have this contraption ready to go before then. You may name it and even put a patent on it.. I can help you with that part.Everything in the garage is yours to use and keep." the lawyer spoke with a smile.

"Thank you, sir. Please tell your mother that I am excited to be able to create such a neat carriage. Now if I only had a horse to attach to it....." Kate spoke as she ran her hand down the side of the wagon.

Several weeks later....

Kate dressed in her very best dress for the funeral. While the service was going on, Kate's mind had wandered to where she had placed her belongings that she wanted to take with her when she left. The wagon was loaded and she was ready to go. Her parents came to the funeral for some odd reason. But she was going to leave come what may.
After the service, the lawyer nodded at Kate then went to talk to her parents. It was her chance to leave.....