It was time for them to part. Holding the end of the mystical rope Esmeray stood up and tugged, implying Vladimir to follow her. And to her surprise, Vladimir stood up without a protest.
With a heavy heart, Esmeray headed towards the clearing past the trees. The clearing was shaped in a perfect circle with trees surrounding it. The clearing was the center of the Forest of Wonders where the portal to the Sacred Land of Witches was located and this was the last place Esmeray wanted to be in.
Memories of her past threatened to rise. . . This was the same ground she had laid on, cried her heart out on. This was the same place the twelve years old Esmeray had sobbed for help. This was the same place she had yelled to the Elders of the Sacred Land of Witches to tell her what her fault was. Thi
