Every step required another drag of her feet, requiring great effort in attempting to trudge out of the marsh's slimy depths. Macy wasn't used to the thin air and the grime beginning to melt off of her instead of remaining as a hug of nast, but she beared it anyway and grabbed her broomstick. Days ago, a witch had tossed it out of her cottage window, counting it as garbage, but Macy had grabbed it at first sight, thinking of all the times people had told her that she needed to clean up. Broomsticks cleaned stuff up. Her father, though, had punished her for keeping such a disgraceful object and snatched it from her to throw it. Luckily, he hadn't thought to completely get rid of it, and it floated nearby.

"Wait! Hold on!" Macy called out to the sobbing girl. Macy hoped that the broom would be good enough for the girl to hold onto while she dragged her out.

"No! Hedious creature! Get away from me!" shrieked the girl. Although her familiar choice of words stung, Macy tried to ignore it. This poor person would probably die like every other girl Macy's father took under.

Macy's father would be angry at her for this--- he loved to drag people under the marsh and force them to marry him--- but Macy, for once, didn't care. This girl might be a sister to someone, and losing her might be horrible to that someone. Macy didn't know what she'd do if her younger brother got hurt.

"The End...Is just the beginning."

---Ever After High