The witches of Nemrolne were an unusual bunch. They didn’t look or act like actual witches. This was because they didn’t want people to know that they were witches. If anyone found out that the whole population of a city were WITCHES, people would go mad!
The city was basically a secret society. Everyone didn’t dare practice their magic outside of their homes, in fear of tourists finding out.
Until one day, everything was ruined. A tourist found a witch practicing in her flat.
“Oh golly! What in the world is that woman doing? Wait, there is some sort of mist coming from her hand, a purple mist.” The person said. “SHE’S PRACTICING WITCHCRAFT! I’m out of here! This town is unsafe for ordinary people like us. Who knows, the whole population are probably witches too!”
At the time, the witch, who was called Eliza, didn’t know someone was watching her, but then she quickly took notice and immediately shut her blinds.
From that point onwards, news started to spread about Nemrolne’s witches. Nobody ever wanted to visit the place ever again. The town, once a haven for tourists due to its incredible landscapes, was now an isolated place.
The town struggled financially, as much of the city funding had come from donations from tourists.
“What are we going to do?” the mayor sighed. “Our city is collapsing. More and more witches are leaving this place every week. Soon, we may not have enough taxpayers’ money to continue to fund the city. Esther Van Dijk found this place and wanted this to be a haven for witches. When I am in a difficult situation, I ask myself: what would Esther Van Dijk do?”
Depression struck the city. As three years passed by, there were only 78 people living in the city. The only reason the remaining witches were still there was because they had nowhere else to go.
“We may have to sell the city to Walters Watlins. Billionaire, he is. Looking to start a city of his own…” Mayor Jenkins said in disappointment.
“But, but what about the remaining witches?” her secretary, Janet asked. “You can’t just leave them like that, to be bossed around by Watlins. He is an horrible person, who will only care about his wealth and not about his people. Please, you can’t do that.”
“We can’t let our city go on like this. I am afraid there is nothing I can do. Soon I will fail to run this place to make it a proper functioning city and will be forced to sell all the land. I am quite old already, and have enough money to retire and move to a little cottage in the countryside on a farm somewhere, and raise my own pork chops and chicken dippers…”
“Don’t forget! You’re a vegan.”
“Oh, sorry. I have already organised everything, and Nemrolne will be given to Watlins in a few weeks’ time.”
“Please, there’s always a way. We can’t do that.”
“Sorry. There is very little I can do.”
1 MONTH LATER…
Watlins was sitting on his diamond throne his newly built Nemrolne Palace. He was now a leader, who was responsible for making sure the city was running and his people were happy. However, Watlins didn’t feel that way. He daydreamed about all the unfair laws he could implement to make people’s life a misery, and to gain respect.
“ELISABETH!” he yelled to his cook. “MAKE ME LUNCH. I EXPECT A BANQUET PREPARED FOR ME IN 10 MINUTES.”
“Y-yes mayor.” she answered back.
“GET ON WITH IT!”
The chefs eventually made him a banquet, but it arrived 6 seconds late. Watlins was furious.
“WHY ARE YOU LATE AGAIN?”
“S-s-sorry… We hope you enjoy the food.” Chef Andrew said with a nervous smile.
“WHAT IS IT THAT YOU ARE SERVING ME? IT LOOKS LIKE IT CAME FROM A SEWER.”
“It’s a vegan beef wellington and a meatless roast, mayor.”
“REVOLTING! I NEVER PAID YOU TO COOK VEGAN MEALS FOR ME. YOU’RE FIRED! EXPLAIN THAT IN YOUR NEXT JOB INTERVIEW! COOK ME YOUR LAST DISH, I EXPECT IT TO BE DECENT. OTHERWISE…”
The chef knew what “otherwise” meant. Watlins was well known for sending people to prison when they annoyed him or made him angry.
Far away, mayor Jenkins was laying on her lounge in her countryside villa, thinking about her city.
“I really hope people are doing well with Watlins in charge…” she sighed to herself in wretchedness. “Maybe I can own the city again… There’s always a way… Lets call Janet. She always wanted to own Nemrolne.”
BLEEEP, BLEEEP. BLEEEP, BLEEEP. BLEEEP, BLEEEP.
“Hello?” said Janet. “Oh, Jenkins, I miss you so much. We really need your help right now.”
“Yes, I know. I have already come up with a brief plan.”
“The thing is, I want you to take the place as Mayor of Nemrolne. I still have lots of money to take over the city. But do you really want to be leader?”
“Yes, of course!.”
“Okay. Give me time to process the money. You will be in charge soon. Good luck and take care.