[ WP ] Two people promise their first born child to two different witches in return for a favour . These two people end up getting married and have a child together .

Monica raced down the wet London alleyway. She pulled her hooded robe tight as the unusual summer storm picked up. Thunder boomed. She quickened her pace. She stopped, coming to a fork. No one had mentioned forks. This was exactly why Monica rarely ventured above ground. Forks. Everyone knew forks were bad luck of course. It was so shiny amidst the darkness. It was probably a salad fork, perhaps a human red fish monster fork. Lightning flashed, illuminating the alleyway. She look up and saw a fork. 
 
 “ Well shit, ” said Monica. The alley grew dark again. She approached the split road, careful to walk around the fork. Glaring at it once more she mustered some courage and also now craved delicious human red fish monster. 
 
 Mumbling to herself she produced a wand from under her sleeve. She closed her eyes and held her wand out to each path. Coming to an unseen understanding with the alley she summoned her will and whispered something unpleasant sounding. 
 
 “ Dafooquityboop! ” said Monica. She flicked her wrist. Her wand surged out blue mist that contorted into a shape oddly reminiscent of a dolphin with 32 specific ways to say ‘ oh god please help please help these humans have imprisoned me, oooh is that a fish? ’ 
 
 Lovable movie icon Flipper, turned to face the right fork. Monica kept her wand raised forgetting to release the spell and took off down the left path. Flipper disintegrated painfully and said something in dolphin. Probably something happy. 
 
 Storm clouds escalated, dampening her visibility. She arrived at a dead end with a huge oak door and a single dim lantern. Monica tensed as an unwelcome shadow played at the edge of the light. 
 
 “ Leave me alone old man, ” said Monica. A bearded beggar stepped out of the darkness. His violin had as many string as he had teeth. Four. Which was all of them. But he was really bad at playing so it was still painful. 
 
 “ Change? I could be blind you know, I was a hiding in the shadows over there, ” he said -- looking right at her. He raised his eyebrows hopefully as if this was a solid persuasion. 
 
 Monica grimaced. Something else starting playing at the edge of the shadows. This time is was bearded beggar without a beard. He seemed quite sad about this and so he had a crappier violin. Joining forces the men harmonized, some awful pop song, and also played violin. A hat was thrown on the ground for donations. 
 
 Monica beamed. Okay. She summoned her will and conducted her wand to shoot something into the hat. 
 
 Beardless and Beardfull stumbled, looking down in horror. Beardfull panicked and lit his own beard on fire. Monica wasn ’ t sure how. Beardless tried to follow suit, became sad, and ran towards the darkness. He noticed something actually scary playing at the edge of the shadows, but plunged in anyway, looking back at the item in his hat. Forks. They are seriously not cool. 
 
 Monica heard the footsteps stop and Beardless shouted something Flipper could probably understand. 
 
 Casually turning back to the door, Monica knocked. The door did not respond. She fingered her wand. It did not appreciate that. 
 
 The dim protection of light shrank. Looking back she caught a still moment of the shadow. She saw claws and sharp edges and possibly a severed limb with before-it-was-cool garment choices. She turned and knocked again; a bit faster. 
 
 Nothing happened. She braved a glance back down the alley. The shadow was absent. She stared painfully into the darkness looking for any sign of movement. She heard a crunch of splintering wood and spun around. She thought the door glowed green for a moment. Then it violently bowed and bent, tearing open a horizontal slit into its previously smooth surface. The slit morphed into a mouth. The mouth smiled three rows of stained yellow teeth. 
 
 “ Wand please, ” the door bellowed. 
 
 Monica took out her wand and was about to stick her hand into the open mouth when she saw of a menacing red stain on one of the crooked yellow teeth. Her eyes widened in fear and also super strong hankering for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Maybe two. Possibly three. And some milk. No forks though. She heard claws at the end of the alley and made up her mind. She would definitely track down a PB & J later. Nodding, she thrust her arm into the opening. The mouth clamped shut. She felt pain surge up her right arm, which was the one she had just thrust, so that made sense. 
 
 “ Password please, ” said the door through pursed lips. 
 
 “ Twelve angry dwarves, ” said Monica willing power into her wand and also her brain, trying to remember which identical dwarf owed her money. She let out a whimper as the door tightened its grasp. 
 
 “ Oho, that ’ s the old password, ” grinned the door through clenched teeth. 
 
 Monica racked her brain again for the second time in nearly four seconds. First the fork now a new password. A screech broke her concentration. She was out of time. She would have to call in a favor and use sensitive magic. Mentally she summoned a name in mind, Johanathan, Johanathan, Johanathan. 
 
 “ Monica? Where the hell are you? I can ’ t believe you brained me! Stay out of my porn sphere, ” said a voice without a body. 
 
 “ New password, ” she managed. “ Help please. Wait, is that a clown? ” 
 
 “ It was one time! Oh, nevermind. I suppose the last minute venue change makes sense now. You know you really need to work out your issues with… ” 
 
 “ Johanathan! ” 
 
 “ Sorry. Right. It ’ s ‘ Fuck you Monica. ’ I suppose that one make sense now too, I thought that seemed a bit strange. Hey what is that dolphin doing? You know... ” 
 
 “ Thanks, ” she said, ending the connection. 
 
 She heard claws on stone. Closer. Louder. Willing extra power into her wand she shouted “ Fuck you Monica! You goddamn tree. ” 
 
 “ Urrrg ” groaned the door. In an unhappy gesture it released her arm. “ You may pass. ” 
 
 She wrenched her arm free and brushed it, checking for damage, but she felt no pain and saw no marks. The door shuttered then swung outward. Of course it was outward. Towards the monster in the dark. 
 
 The creature lunged at her. She felt its breath on her neck. A golden magical barrier erupted from a symbol on the back of her robe. It knocked the creature back. Conditional protection magic. It only executed once its conditions were met, in this case a physical attack from behind. Monica smiled and slipped through the opening just as the single light flickered and extinguished. 
 

