Witch's Triumph

I've never been seen like a normal one. Bizarreness around me.

Lone wolf, my nickname. Since my childhood, I've been a witch. Nobody likes me, I like nobody.

When I was a teen, like around 12-13, I was jogging in the evening, I saw a girl about 10 climbing a tree, to pluck the fruit, I stopped there to see what's gonna happen. She looked at me, smiled, but suddenly her leg slipped, and she fell down. I ran towards her, picked her up and laid her on the bench, I had some yens, actually, I am Japanese, so I live in Japan. And, the currency of Japan is yens

I went to a nearby shop, bought some bandages, and went to her. I put the bandage I had bought on her leg. Then, I went to another shop, and bought a water bottle, I spilled some water on her face, she woke up, drank the water I had got, and appreciated me.

Almost 40 minutes had passed, it was late. She gave me some chocolates, "Kylie" she said, and left for her home, I was happy to have my first friend. Next day, in the morning, when I was jogging, I met her again, I appreciated her for the chocolates she gave me, and I gave her 10 (approx.) pack of chocolates. She was like 'HUH?', It's for me?

"YES" I said, she was extremely confused, that she only gave me two small chocolates, and I got her these many, still she accepted it, gave me a small piece of paper and left, she was immoderately confused, that why she left so soon, I also left for home, and read what was written in the paper she gave me, it was her address.

In the afternoon, I went to her place, called her, she came downstairs and asked me that what was so special that I was there that early. I just asked her that if she could go to the park or not, she declined and said that she is busy with some chores so she can't come. But, she gave me her number and said that she could go with me in the evening. Then, I left from there, and took a taxi to the barbie store.I bought a barbie, went outside, took another taxi, and went to my home. In the evening, I called Kylie, and asked to go to the park, she accepted and said that she'll be there, in some time. So what? I left for the park. I reached there, but she wasn't there, so I sat on the bench. Time passed, but she didn't came, so I thought that she may be busy and won't come so I went to the pond. There I picked some fishes and ate them raw. She had came, saw me, threw the gifts she bought for me, ran straight to her house. Maybe she thought I am dangerous for her.

I picked the gifts, and went to my house crying, that day I cried a lot and From That Day To Today

I haven't cried, but I knew I had to move forward.

Over the years, I focused on improving myself and embracing my uniqueness. I'm now an author, specializing in horror, suspense, and thrill. My books have gained popularity all over the country, especially among children who see me as a princess. Little do they know that princesses are often losers, and in the end, it's the witches who come out on top.

Yesterday, I was enjoying a quiet lunch at a Fancy restaurant when a young girl approached me. She asked for a picture and my autograph, and I happily obliged. As we posed for the photo, she called me a "cute kind princess." I couldn't help but chuckle at her innocence. I leaned in and whispered, "You know, princesses are just losers. In the end, it's always the witches who win."

Curiosity sparked in her eyes as I pinched her hand playfully. She ran back to her mother, who noticed a small trickle of blood on her daughter's hand. Without missing a beat, the mother labeled me a witch and hurriedly left the restaurant. I couldn't help but smile at the irony of it all.

Nobody will ever know the secret behind my popularity. In truth, I have a team of normal people as my assistants. They ensure my safety and help me with publishing my books. These ten individuals are paid handsomely, with each receiving around $1 million a month. They are the guardians of my secrets, silently working in the background.

As I finished my meal and prepared to leave the restaurant, I saw a girl coming towards me, she asked for an autograph as well. I gave her one, and suddenly many people came, asked for an autograph, I gave them all one. One girl was left, I had no idea why, but her face was looking familiar. I recognized her, it was Kylie. I couldn't shake off the feeling of nostalgia that washed over me. Seeing Kylie after all these years brought back memories of our unexpected encounter at the park. I wondered how she had become a superhero and what had led her on this path.

she was shocked to see me being this successful. She called me a witch, and then left.

I don't know why nowadays people love to call me nicely by witch and not by princess.

Unable to contain my curiosity, I decided to dig deeper. I used my resources and connections to gather information about Kylie. It turns out that after our encounter at the park, Kylie had discovered her own unique abilities. She had the power to manipulate energy and had dedicated her life to using her powers for good.

With her newfound abilities, Kylie had become a well-known superhero who fought against crime and protected the innocent. She had gained a significant following and was adored by many. It was no wonder she didn't recognize me, as I had changed a lot since we last met.

Driven by a mixture of admiration and a desire to reconnect, I reached out to Kylie, hoping to meet her again. I sent her a message, explaining who I was and expressing my desire to catch up. To my surprise, she responded positively and agreed to meet.

We arranged to meet at a quiet cafe in the heart of the city. As I waited for her, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation mixed with a touch of nervousness. It had been so long since we last spoke, and I wondered how she would react to seeing me again.

When Kylie walked through the door, I couldn't help but smile. She had grown into a strong and confident woman, radiating a sense of power and determination. We exchanged pleasantries and caught up on each other's lives.

Kylie shared stories of her adventures as a superhero, the challenges she faced, and the impact she had made on the community. I, in turn, shared my journey as an author and the success I had achieved. We laughed, reminisced, and marveled at how our lives had taken such unexpected turns.

As the evening drew to a close, we both knew that our reunion was just the beginning of a new chapter in our lives. I agreed to keep in touch and support her in her respective endeavors. Our shared experiences had shaped us into the individuals we were today, and we recognized the importance of having someone who understood the struggles and triumphs we had faced. But, she again called me a witch and shouted at me to leave when I said that I wanted to make it up with her again.

Nobody, seriously nobody came to me that day, want to know Why?

lETS MEET SOON, WITYH A NEW CHAPTER OF MY LIFE, ENCLOSING YOUR CURUOSITY.

BYE TILL THEN!