As soon as we made it through the portal the witch grabbed a broom and disappeared. Only the young ones still use brooms to get around. The rest of them learn to jump once they have control of their crystals. I'm not sure how that works but it's a right of passage for witches. I used to love seeing them grow on the main street here. They take care of each other and they celebrate each other's accomplishments. It was always my favorite part about being in their world. The sense of true sisterhood.
"I feel a little stiff," the General complained as he rubbed his neck.
"In your upper torso?" I asked. I remember my first time. I walked around leaning to the right for weeks before a witch fixed me up.
"Yes," he confirmed.
"Why don't you lay down on your stomach?" I asked fixing my cloak
