[ WP ] you are walking down an unlit suburban Street at 4 at night . What brought you here ? What will your story be ?

The night air is cold against my skin, but it's a good cold. It's keeping me awake. Focused. 
 
 The neighborhood I find myself in seems an unlikely place to find The Witch. I double check the parchment in my hand- yes, I'm certain this is where the coordinates lead. Briefly, I wonder if I've mistranslated them somehow, but no, I was certain this time. And yet... the little suburban cul de sac I found myself in just was n't what I'd been picturing. I was expecting... a maze of caves carved into a cliff face, perhaps. Or, I do n't know... a run down apartment in a bad part of a bad city. Or even a trailer in a desert, with nothing else for miles and miles. Somewhere with gravitas. Not the kind of place with white picket fences and lawns littered with children's bicycles. 
 
 But this is where the prophecy states The Witch resides, and who am I to question the prophecy I've spent my whole life deciphering? 
 
 It's 4 AM, and no one is on the street. I walk to one of the houses, indistinguishable from the rest, yet one the prophecy tells me is special. Different. I half expect the door to be unlocked, but when it is n't, it is no great difficulty to pick it. 
 
 Silently, I make my way through the house. Now that I am inside, I do sense a presence of enormous power. The prophecy must have been right after all. I follow the power to its source, climbing to the second story of the house and opening a door at the end of a hall. Inside the room, I expect to see The Witch. 
 
 I see a girl who can be no older than eight. She sits cross legged on a child sized bed, reading a book that is almost as big as she is. She looks up at me. `` Can I help you?'' she asks. 
 
 `` You... the prophecy said... are you The Witch?'' 
 
 `` I go by Emily, actually.'' 
 
 `` I thought The Witch was a being of unimaginable power-'' 
 
 `` Guilty.'' 
 
 ``... Immense intellect-'' 
 
 `` I've very advanced for my age.'' 
 
 `` And the wisdom of three hundred years!'' 
 
 `` Ohhh, I see where you're confused,'' the girl says. `` You're thinking of the old The Witch.'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` Titles been passed down. Turns out'The Witch' is whoever kills the last'The Witch.''' 
 
 `` You...?'' 
 
 `` Killed her, yup. Though in my defense she wanted to use me for some sort of virgin sacrifice soup.'' 
 
 `` How did you-'' 
 
 `` Would you believe the power of imagination?'' 
 
 `` No, not really.'' 
 
 `` Did n't think so. Actually, I trained her enchanted pet bird to pick the lock on the jail cell she was keeping me and the other virgins in, and then I lead them in an uprising and we escaped into an enchanted forest, and there was this whole thing where I had to prove myself worthy to a dwarf king, and then I mean, it's a long story but I ended up with a sword made of unicorn bone which I used to cut off her limbs, and then I fed her to some forest creatures. It was a whole thing. Then I came back home and told my parents I'd slept over at my friend Samantha's house that weekend but Sam's mom forgot to call them.'' 
 
 `` That's... unbelievable.'' 
 
 `` More believable than you'd think. Sam's mother is very irresponsible. Drinks too much. Anyway, did you want something?'' 
 
 `` I... I came seeking The Witch's magic. My people face an immense threat-'' 
 
 `` And what, you want me to do something about it? I took down an omnipotent being at age seven. You're a creepy magic-y dude in a robe with some kind of magic paper. I'm sure you'll figure something out yourself.'' 
 
 Then the girl snapped her fingers, and I found myself back out on the street, dazed. I knew that it was unlikely that the old The Witch would have helped me either, this was always a desperate gambit, and given that the woman was renowned for her senseless cruelty, she likely would have tortured me for daring to ask her assistance. But nothing she could have done would have made me feel quite so incredibly small and inadequate as hearing about how a little girl from suburbia took down the most powerful being in existence. 
 
 I could march back into the house and try pleading my case with Emily again. The fate of my world hung in the balance, after all. But the idea of getting told off by an eight year old again... 
 
 It just was n't worth it.
