The Wither-1

My name is Cindi Hawthorne, and I am going to die. If you haven't been suspended on a ledge above a boiling sea of lava, then well... I envy you. It all started like this: I was just minding my own business in the Oaken Bookist when the clerk approached me and said, 'Miss Hawthorne, can you please come to the back?' So, thinking nothing of it, I followed her into the storage. It was dark and musty in there, and there were item frames on the walls. 'Ahh, yes. Our rarest enchanted books. Personally requested by the Ranger.' said the clerk proudly. I flinched. The Ranger was a bandit that nobody cared about, since he led the Scouts, the warriors who protected our little village. 'The self-proclaimed King-of-the-world,' I said under my breath. The clerk looked at me curiously. You see, I was also a Scout, but I secretly defected and no one knows except the Ranger and the loyal Scouts. I'm sure they will try to assassinate me one day. Yay.