10/05/2026
The Ink Witch & Indigo: Drawn to Darkness; an tale
Once upon a time, on a warm October morning, the Ink Witch took her bearded dragon, Indigo, for a walk through the Enchanted Ink Forest, as they did each day.
Sunlight slipped between the branches. Leaves rustled beneath her boots, and Indigo paused now and then to investigate a mushroom or bask in a patch of golden light.
But today, something was different.
Beneath the poison apple tree, Indigo stopped.
She lowered her spiky head toward a mound of leaves, scratched at the earth, then stepped back.
“What have you found?” the Ink Witch asked.
Buried beneath a shallow grave of dirt and leaves lay what looked like a book.
The Ink Witch knelt and lifted it. Soil fell from its spine. Its worn cover felt strangely soft and warm, though it had been resting in the cool earth. Pale shapes curled around the binding like skeletal fingers.
There was no title.
She brushed it clean with her sleeve.
Indigo backed away.
“Oh, don’t be dramatic,” the Ink Witch said. “It’s only an old sketchbook.”
She tucked it beneath her arm and carried it home to her cottage.
Indigo followed, keeping a careful distance from the book.
