The walk back home was easy for Eudora. She took long comfortable strides with her hands in her pockets, breathing in tranquil air and enjoying the silence while it lasted. She turned to look back on the path, she saw nothing move or make a sound, the church had been swallowed by the distance and trees between them and Eudora muttered happily. With every step away from the place, she envisioned the negative energy that clung onto her from the church slowly billowing away into nothingness. 

She walked on and on, uninterrupted and left to freely roam like she once could, the only oddity that she spot along the way was a fallen bike. Eudora stopped as the tantalising hand of curiosity took a hold of her, she slowly studied the bike, feeling no magical energy radiating from it and deducing it must be a sign. A witch such as Eudora learns to interpret signs from everything, how the wind blows could be a sign, how salty your food is could be a sign, everything and anything could be a sign in Eudora's eyes.

She interpreted the bike to be a sign of new beginnings, a sign that things have changed and a sign of the long road ahead. Was her prediction true or was it all wishful thinking? Eudora didn't bother herself with that thought and just wallowed in the temporary bliss and confidence it gave her. Whether her prediction was true or not didn't matter, she swore to herself she was going to change too. To stop being an apathetic bystander and to start being that fiery witch that dictated fate itself. And the first step to that was knowing how. 

Eudora strode into her homey hut, a calming presence descending on her and washing away the negative vibes that plagued her. All was calm and still, the room had cleaned itself and no traces of the undead's ash were present anymore. Her pet ghost was nowhere to be seen, the shrunken head vanished (probably rolled under a table by accident), and the only one present was her goat, who was dozing peacefully by the fire. It raised and bowed its head once Eudora entered, the witch did the same. [color=c0fff4]”Hello, Phillip,”[/color] she said warmly as she huddled over to her cauldron that was brewing up some delicious thick orange sludge. [color=c0fff4]”Wild times, eh?”[/color] she breathed out a wheezy chuckle while gulping down a spoonful of the mysterious liquid, causing a warmth to spread in her belly and spread throughout her body. She threw herself into her rickety rocking chair, resting her aching joints as a book fell into her lap from a loose shelf overhead. It was a book on herbology, totally useless for her current problems but still, she flipped through the book just to admire the diagrams of deadly flowers and herbs. 

[color=c0fff4]”What to do, what to do,”[/color] she sighed thoughtfully while skimming through the book, flicking her eyes towards the black goat only to see it staring at her intently with those misshapen eyes. [color=c0fff4]”Don't suppose you know anything that could help me,”[/color] she kept her gaze on Phillip as if expecting him to reply. A few moments of silence dragged on before Eudora scoffed and returned to the book. 

But now that she thinks about it, Eudora barely knew anything about Phillip. Was he a normal goat who was possessed? A demon? An entity perhaps? What evil had Eudora let into her home? But then again, Phillip was quiet and was pleasant company, a great listener too, not a massive speaker though. Eudora could've sworn she saw Phillip grow hazy or subtly switch forms at one point or another, but she pushed that thought out of her mind. Phillip might prove his worth soon, as a guide or a great main course. For now, Eudora did what she did best, wait for a sign.