<a class="postlink" href="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff187/OXEsSeNceXO/Essence-1-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Well, I guess this will do.</span>A women dressed in black cloak thinks as she stares up at an antique-looking brick building. It had a small shop below and an apartment above.<span style="font-style: italic">This will be perfect for my shop. </span>She thinks as she pulls out a key and goes inside. Just as she goes in the building, it begins to pour down rain. The small town of Engor, was a quiet rural-like town with a small to medium population. It rarely got any new commers or visitors. The next day, the women began to set up her shop.<br/><br/>People occasionally would pass the shop and looking, watching her set up. Some of the older folks would gasp at the way she was dressed. She was dressed in all black from head to toe. When she would get settled in, her outfits would change from day to day. From being in long dress, to maybe a knee-length skirt to pants and all the same color black. Within the end of the week, her shop was set up and ready to go. She had named it GreenLeaf Herbal and Potion Shop. This was her first business and was hoping that it would turn out well.<br/><br/>As the days went by people would stop in and look around. Most of them would by something, like a herbal remedy to aches and pains or another ailment. But those were of course the older people that lived there. The younger ones would only stop in and look at what she had. Soon rumors began to go around that she was a witch. But the rumors were true she was a witch, but not a bad one, a good one that loved to help people with her magic. She let's out a sigh as she walks down the sidewalk, she had over-heard two girls about her age, which was about 19 or 20. She heard them talking about her being a witch.<span style="font-style: italic">Really? I'm a good witch not an evil one.</span>She thinks with a sigh.<br/><br/>She was heading toward her shop. She takes out her key and unlocks the door. She enters and turns the CLOSED sign to OPEN. She began to dust and clean a bit, hoping that someone would come in and buy something. As she was cleaning she lit a inscent, the shop began to smell of cinnamon and vanilla. The bell that was above the shops door rang. She turned to see a young man about her age had just entered the shop. "May I help you?" she asks waiting for his reply.