9/11 Short Stories

The clock tower struck 6 o’clock just as the storyteller finished the story. The old woman hummed and stood from her stool, motioning the children sat before her to rise from the carpeted floor.
“That’s all for today, dearies. It’s time to go home.” She instructed before noticing the fear on their little faces. “Oh, my lovelies. I’m so sorry if the story had frightened you. The past may have been scary and wasn’t always peaceful, but it is also in the past. The broomriders are gone, and King Mickey has been a great ruler to us. Everything is safe and sound.”
A boy with bright orange hair questioned, “How do we know if the Mother of Witchcraft is still sealed in the castle?”
“Ah.” The storyteller turned to the boy. “That is a good question, Neku. A royal guard would go to the castle twice each season to check. As stated by him, the witch’s silhouette would walk passed the windows once in a while, so it wasn’t hard to spot her.”
“No, I don’t think so, Shiki. Goddess of Kingdom Hearts is an all-powerful being, surely her spell won’t break so easily.” The storyteller began to walk towards the exit, gesturing the children to follow her. “Don’t worry dearies. Trapped in the castle, Mother of Witchcraft can do us no harm. Just remember to stay away from the woods and castle. They are too dangerous. Especially during winter — there will be wolves