Witch

>>Vin

“What are these?” I picked up some weird looking mushrooms that were growing out from the roots of old trees.

My father looked at me, “Oh!” He seemed alarmed, “Don’t ever consume those.” He shook his head, “Those are dangerous.”

“How so?” I looked at the weird red mushroom with black polka dots, “Looks tasty.” I was about to lick it when I felt a strong hand grab my wrist right before I got the chance to touch the thing with my tongue.

“Don’t,” It was my father, “You don’t want to try eating that.” He glared at me.

“And why is