The Wind's Secret
There was once a young witch who was terribly lonely. She lived in a cottage by the sea, and did her best to make friends with the gulls and the tide pools and the wind. And while she listened close, and was occasionally blessed with a few of their secrets, it was not the same as having another body near to whom one could simply chatter.
She had made the decision a few years before to steep herself in isolation. There was something about the ideal of a witch who lives in a remote fashion that appealed to her sense of prestige—for in all the lore that she had ever read, the most powerful of witches lived alone.
At first, she felt the strength in her decision, and was proud to have made her choice. But then she began to suffer from lack of company—though she made her peace by thinking that she had made a great sacrifice for her art.
But it did not take much longer than a year before she felt nothing more complex than sorrow.
It was on a day when she had spent sometime with the tide pools and sitting amongst the gulls, that the wind chose to speak. It shared a secret, long hidden in the depths of its ocean bluster, for it blew apart a hedge of sea vine from a rock face that revealed a door.
The young witch was full of daunting courage, and so she opened the door, only to find that it led to the merry cottage of an old forest witch with whom the young one struck up a delightful friendship.
And everyday thereafter, the young witch smiled gratefully upon the wind for having shared its secret.