A shortish children’s bedtime story of good and evil. Witches and Trolls, what more could you want just before you turned the lights off.

It was deep in the Harz forest way back in the 14th century, witchcraft was all the rage and here in this dark little cave sat three of the ugliest and most powerful witches of all time. They were crouched around a bubbling black cauldron each taking turns in adding some ingredients and then giving it a stir. “Wing of Bat” whispered the ugliest of the three as she cast the bloodied remains of a bat that she had trapped and killed earlier in the evening. “Eye of Newt” screamed the second witch, as she threw the tiniest of morsels into the boiling mass of putrid smelling liquid. “Tail of Cat” cackled the third and nastiest of the three witches as she ripped the tail off the still live screeching feline, blood and fur everywhere as the cat tried vainly to protect its appendage.
The rounds continued for some time as all the ingredients were added to concoct the required potion. Not all were from living creatures, there were numerous herbs and spices that the evil trio had collected from around the forest, Coriander, Tarragon and Oregano were but a few of the more pleasantly smelling items that were cast into the cauldron, not enough to take away the dreadful odour it must be said but maybe they eased it just a little.
Now the potion the witches were brewing was a terrible dark secret that only the highest of their brethren knew about, it was so hideous and horrifying that they had told nobody what they were doing. They were concocting a brew that along with a few carefully chosen spells would awaken the dreaded Trolls.
It was many years ago that these evil man eating creatures were put to sleep, they now had become part of the rocks and mountains in which they slept. Some were under bridges that crossed the many streams and rivers of the Harz Mountain region. Others were hidden in the backs of caves where they had once sat awaiting unsuspecting travellers to camp for the night. But now they were covered in grass and moss, bird’s droppings and cobwebs, they had become so disfigured by the wind and rain and the ever eroding cascades that came down from these spring filled mountains that they were unrecognisable to the human eye.
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