Two of the witches followed Edric quietly, while the third stayed with me and Amelia. Only when he was finally fully out of sight did I dare to turn to Amelia and hug her. She was alive and more importantly: did not even look like she had been horribly tortured.
“What happened?” I asked immediately. Amelia opened her mouth to answer, but the witch shushed us.
“We have to return to the group.” She told us. Her hair was long and black, reaching all the way to her lower back even despite the curls. She was a lot paler than the other witches I had seen and wore black and brown clothes that fitted loosely around her body. I noticed that most witches did not like wearing shoes, and she was no different in that regard. Her feet were dirty and had black tattoos swirling around them.
Amelia no
