Trick or Tristy!

Tristy Eve Limura

Art by
Tristy Eve Limura © TrueRageXRT

The existence containing Tristy’s world of birth was once a world full of magic, however this was being lost to the push of technology. By her time the remainders of magical users were scattered and solitary. Tristy was born to a witch harem; she was the youngest of all known witches as those born with the gift were few and far between now. While all witches had their mischievous side Tristy did not share the cold cruelty of most witches. Tristy found playing tricks on people to be delightful, but never did anything that would really hurt anyone. She was automatically despised for being a witch so her fun and games did little to add to that view. By the age of sixteen she was very adept at getting into then escaping trouble, which she caused. Most people were used to her mischief, while an inconvenience the people in the area of her torment came to realize her intensions were just childish and not malicious in nature. Those who attempted to capture her did so with means that would not harm her.

Halloween was a delight for Tristy; on her world it was a day to remember the roots of magic. Kids would dress up in costumes resembling long lost creatures and beasts. The Town which she would frequent the most saw her as a mascot of sorts, many of the towns girls would dress up as her. As a joke Tristy would pretend to be one of her impersonators, collecting candies and treats like the rest. She would giggle whenever someone would compliment how exact her costume was unsuspecting it was really her. There was a man who did recognize her once; he didn’t let on right away letting her come into his home. He claimed to have to get a fresh batch of goodies from the oven and would be right back. Tristy waited, looking around the room for something to trap. She was about to charm the TV so that it would wail like a banshee the next time it was turned on when the man appeared in the doorway with a shotgun. She had no time to react as he pulled the trigger with a deafening bang; she recoiled letting out a terrible scream shutting her eyes to the belch of flame from the barrel. Tristy cried and shook like a wounded deer until she heard the man’s laughing. She pulled her hands away from her eyes realizing she was not shot and saw the air was full of tiny confetti bits. The man said it was payback for switching his toupee for a tranquilized squirrel on a day he dosed off in the park. Tristy remembered that trick and took of her hat to reach into it. She was up to her shoulder before she pulled out the man’s true toupee; he took it gladly checking it for a moment before placing it over his balding head and let her leave. While a bit more extreme Tristy loves doing this façade because she gets tricked. Never knowing when someone will pop out of the bushes or drop from the tree gives her a sense of excitement.