Yaga Dark Tales

Franzén. Yaga’s name was spoken in hushed tones, a shadow that stretched across the darkest corners of the forest. The elders spoke of her in riddles, warning children to never wander too far from the village lest they encounter the witch who dwelled within the ancient oaks. It was said that she flew through the night in her mortar, guided by the wind, her pestle always at her side. Her hut, perched high on crooked chicken legs, could be seen swaying in the moonlight, its windows flickering with an eerie light. Those who sought her out, whether for knowledge or power, were never seen again, their fates sealed by the curse of the twisted woods that claimed all who dared trespass.