Ah, another fun little 100+ story for the day. (170 words)

The Prompt...Use ''On the edge of the mountain, silhouetted against the setting sun, there is a small ramshackle cottage made of wood” as the opening line.

OUT OF THE FIRE...

On the edge of the mountain, silhouetted against the setting sun, there is a small ramshackle cottage made of wood.

‘Quick!’ hissed Sicero. ‘They are just behind ...us!’

‘In there?’ Alora cradled the cloth-wrapped crystal against her chest. ‘What if there’s bad people? Or worse?’

‘What could be worse than what’s after us?’

Alora set her jaw. She was up and running before Sisero could get to his feet. 

The sound of hooves and neighing blared up the path behind. 

‘Hurry!’ Sisero called as he ran past.

The door loomed before them but gave when Sisero shouldered it open. Dank air and clouds of dust blinded and choked them.

‘Welcome, children,’ creaked an ancient voice. A pale face shone against the dark. Thin lips and slits for eyes completed the haggard, wrinkled face.

‘A forest witch!’ Alora cried, jealously squeezing the jewel to her before looking at her brother. ‘Idiot! See what you have done!’

Sisero turned but the door slammed shut. The windows darkened and the air turned cold. 

The witch’s eyes gleamed red. ‘You asked what was worse than bad people? Wicked, thieving children, you will soon find out!’
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