Priscalla knew many things, she watched people in her crystal ball seeing what different people did. She was interested in them, the happiness they had, the sadness, what different  lives people had. One would say she was  kind of a voyeur. For a long time,  she had  messed around with people she got interested in. Threw a block in the lives of people who were pretty much normally happy  all the time. She  couldn't stand seeing people be so happy. When her life  wasn't how she wanted. An awful person was  the leader of her coven, she thought she was  better suited  to the role then her. She didn't even have anyone that  she could love. But, when she saw the effects of what  she done on people's lives, she felt guilty. Maybe it was  time to do something nice for someone for a change. When she saw  the man lost, her heart cried out for him. In a poof of smoke, a blonde with long hair, green eyes, rather  small and wearing a  witch robe and hat  appeared before him.<br/>"Well hello, I see I came here just in time!"<br/>She reached out a hand to him.<br/>"My name is Priscalla, and how may I help you sir?"