Story: The Battle for WW Part I

This is turning out a little longer than I thought it would, so I'm posting it in installments.

Once the whole thing is posted, there will be options and a chance to vote.

When we last left our heroes, they had managed to secure the chicken house with the use of Extreme Home Makeover Pixies and Cookies. The pixies did such a good job however, that the girls felt like they couldn't just hand the house over to the evil witch. I mean, she probably wouldn't even CRY. So they decided to rescue WW and steal the house.
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Dusk in an enchanted forest is a time of power. As the sun sets and the shadows grow the tricksters come out to dance and play. A few tenacious rays grasped at outlying tree branches, stretching ever thinner to the horizon. WW knew exactly how they felt. She had tried everything to rid the mountain witch from her back and yet she, a princess of the Amazons, had been herd-ridden throughout this accursed forest. Her muscles burned and cramped as she continued to slog, magic bidden, on the witch’s errand. An intense pain flared through her chest with each breath. She felt dizzy and disoriented, and she was certain that the fireflies were using their lights to spell out dirty words. Well she would not allow this outrage against common decency to stand! Once freed from her geas, she would lead an Amazonian Censor Review Board that would take the shine right out of those miserable little bugs. She swore it on her honor as an Amazon.

A slightly more rational part of WW’s mind wondered if she had a concussion.

There was the sharp twang of a trip wire and suddenly the weight of the witch was gone from her back. WW stopped running, dropped to her knees, and then fell full length on the forest floor. She had a brief moment to revel in the sheer ecstasy of not moving before she passed out.

TA felt a fierce flash of triumph as her tripwire slapped the witch from WW’s back. The old woman fell with a shriek of rage as TA threw four poison smoke balls after her. The witch bounced once and rolled to her feet, her deft movements at odds with her old crone appearance. She whirled her staff around her, gathering the poisonous smoke clouds and dispersing them harmlessly with her magic. She searched the surrounding trees, but TA had already disappeared into the dusk.

“Well well, little warrior” the crone growled, “it takes skill to sneak up on me.” The witch’s eyes took on a golden hue, her hair floating madly around her as she gathered her power. “Of course, you’re not the only one who gains strength from the night.” Again she scanned the surrounding trees, stopping at TA’s hiding spot she smiled and pointed a finger. The tree exploded.