Fris the Mushroom Witch

Fris wasn't your typical cackling crone. With skin paler than moonstone and a constellation of freckles dancing across her cheeks, she resembled a porcelain doll brought to life in a forgotten forest.

Her magic wasn't grand pronouncements or bolts of lightning. It was a delightful kind of nurturing, as subtle as the dewdrops clinging to her favorite speckled toadstools.

A frantic fluttering caught her attention. A hummingbird, its feathers the color of sunset, zipped through a gap in the curtain of vines that served as her doorway.

Balanced precariously on its beak was a tiny, rolled-up leaf. Decoding the miniature messenger's frantic chirps, Fris learned of a young gnome king, Barnabus Blunderbuss the Bloviated, who was offering a grand reward for the return of children that had escaped his clutches and fled into the mushroom forest!

Fris knew what she would do, she would find the children and help them escape the cruel gnome king! A grand adventure was beginning!