It has been exactly a week since then.
The news of the black witches' return has spread throughout all three lands, and to put it simply, it has been a very nasty week.
I've been swamped with paperwork, meetings, and trainings, not to mention the riots that have erupted across Wonsvile. People were terrified of the black witches. Most people now hang silverware outside their doors, as if it would work to ward them off. What they don't realize is that just because we call something silverware, it doesn't always mean it's made of real silver.
Following our emergency meeting, a few ground rules have been set. Rule number one: no one is to set foot outside of their house after sunset. Rule number two: women and children are not allowed to leave their house alone. Rule number three: large gatherings of people are prohibited.
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