The Invincible Young Master

One day, the wife got pregnant, and nine months later she gave birth to a girl. The whole village celebrated with the couple. The child grew up in the care of the villagers and her parents. The villagers treated her as their own child. She would constantly be seen around the village, playing with kids her age.

However, she was not a normal child. She had the ability to communicate with insects and animals in the forest. Soon after noticing these changes and seeing her otherworldly sorcery, the villagers became wary of her and began to avoid her. Those villagers even warned their children not to mingle with her. With that, no one wanted to play with her anymore.

She was basically an outcast by the villagers who once treated her like their daughter. Only at home did she still receive that love.

But she was a strong girl, she didn't feel sad but turned to the forest and played around with the forest animals. As she aged, her hair slowly turned white. At first, she only had a few strands of white hair, but by the time she turned nine, her entire head of hair was white.

One day, when her father was out late, she decided to go to the village and search for him.

The evening passed, and it was nearing nighttime. The wife, noticing the two had been gone for a long time, grew worried and went out to search for them.

However, as she reached the village gate, her heart nearly fell. She saw a familiar figure at the gate, tied to a pole. It was her daughter. Behind her, on another pole, her husband was also tied, bruised, and bloodied.

She hurriedly ran to her daughter and released her bindings. But, as she freed the ropes, her daughter's body fell limp into her arms. There was no breath in her; she had passed away.

Seeing her daughter's limped body, the mother couldn't hold back her tears and cried. As her tears touched her daughter's cheek, they slowly turned to ice. The mother's entire head of hair turned white, while her daughter's white hair slowly turned black.

"The villagers, witnessing all this, pointed fingers at her. Some called her a demon, some called her evil, and some called her a witch."

The old storyteller paused, letting the gravity of the story sink in. The crowd was silent, and Alice's eyes were wide with a mixture of sadness and curiosity.

"But the story doesn't end there," the old storyteller continued, his voice taking on a mysterious tone.

"The mother, with her heart shattered and her spirit broken, vowed to protect her daughter's memory. She embraced her daughter's lifeless body, and a powerful magic surged from her boundless sorrow."

"The village was engulfed in a cold mist, and everyone in the village was frozen to death. Carrying her daughter's body, the mother left the frozen village, without turning back, leaving only whispers of their tragic fate."

The crowd listened intently, captivated by the tale. The old storyteller's voice was the only sound in the square, and even the vendors paused to hear the story unfold. Lanterns around the square began to flicker to life, casting a warm, golden glow that danced on the cobblestones and illuminated the storyteller's expressive face.

"Soon, the name of the witch began to cause terror among kingdoms. With her newfound power, she would go around destroying human cities and kingdoms. And there was no one to stop her.

"Unbeknownst to her, that day, when her daughter passed away, there was still one survivor in that village. It was her husband, whom she hadn't even looked back at.

When he woke up, his injuries were miraculously healed as if he had been reborn, and he had awakened a power to manipulate spirits. The man burned the village and those frozen people, saying a final farewell to their once-happy home in the forest before turning and leaving.

"Time passed, and the man reached an astonishing level of power. One day, the two, once a happy married couple, came face to face. But they were not meeting as husband and wife but as enemies. She had already reached a point where there was no redemption for her cruel acts against humans and she would continue to do so. For the survival of humans, he had to confront her."

The years had turned her eyes cold, capable of freezing the ocean. The luster and longing that once shone in her eyes for him were long gone.

The two fought for days, their powers clashing with a fury that shook the earth. But when he was on the verge of victory, seeing his wife's face again behind that cold exterior, he couldn't do it.

"He chose the only way to stop her without killing her. He sacrificed his soul, creating a powerful seal that would imprison her forever in an unknown place, saving the human world from the witch."

The storyteller's voice trailed off, leaving the audience in a heavy silence. The night had fully descended, and the square was now bathed in the soft glow of lanterns. Alice's eyes were wide with wonder and a hint of sadness.

"Did you enjoy the story, little one?" the old man asked, walking towards them.

"Yes, old grandpa," Alice replied, her eyes shining.

Spark turned to Alice. "Would you like to hear more stories from him next time?"

Alice nodded eagerly, her eyes still sparkling with the excitement of the tale.

"Then we'll make sure to come here again." Spark chuckled. "I'm sure you won't disappear, leaving Alice without a good storyteller like yourself."

"Of course. How could I?" the old storyteller could only reply with a wry smile.

The crowd slowly dispersed, leaving the square quieter. Only the old man remained, counting his coins.

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A:N- What kind of child reads such stories? lol