My grandmother was a witch. I did whatever I could to hide from her dark magic, but she always came to me at night. She would tell me stories about the Witches' Road—how they had to fight and push themselves to their limits to pass through. She also told me about the people I would meet before I could even take a step toward the gate.
Sometimes, she told me stories about dangerous creatures that would attack them, and how they had to run no matter what to survive the road. But she never told me the *purpose* of going to the Witches' Road. She only told me *how* to get there. She always emphasized how dangerous the road was, and that if you died there, you would die in reality, too.
It was terrifying, but I decided I would follow my grandmother's lead if she ever died.
One morning, I woke up early to prepare some food for her. She had told me she would want coffee when she woke up, so I prepared it and left it on the table for her before I went to school.
When I came back from school, I found my grandmother dead. I couldn't believe my eyes. All she had left for me was a note on her bed, telling me the reason why I should follow her path to the Witches' Road. It said: **"My daughter, go to the Witches' Road, succeed, and find the treasure of Alchados."