Hannah's POV
My heart lies in pieces. Each breath I draw fuels the simmering steam within my chest. The witch refuses to release me, tormenting me daily with incantations that induce a sickening migraine. Two days have passed without food, and I've been rendered speechless, unable to disturb her. All I possess are thoughts and memories colliding within. I gaze at her with questions, pondering her intentions for me. According to her diagnosis, she believes my mother betrayed my father, a notion I staunchly deny. The love between my parents was pure and sacred, devoid of any infidelity. I am convinced the witch seeks to break me, to erode my will, but she underestimates the indomitable strength of my mind.
'Mother of darkness, mother of light, mother of pain, mother of death, mother of lif
