The--Enchantress

вєgιηηιηg A small nine year-old girl waits patiently at a train station, her amber eyes watching intently for the train due at any moment now. She absentmindedly twines one of her fingers around a small lock of her golden blonde hair as she sits patiently on a bench. The girl quietly slips her hand into her brown jacket pocket, fishing out a crumpled piece of paper with slightly illegible words hastily scribbled upon it. Luckily, the girl is used to reading these notes with unkempt handwriting, so she is able to decipher each and every word. She rereads over the note her father had recently written for he