The witch's face burned into my memory, no matter how hard I tried to push her out. From the moment she and her accomplice had dared to trespass on our territory, her image was perfectly etched into my thoughts. The way her big round eyes stared at me, daring to challenge me even as I stood towering above her, made my skin crawl. Her flowing silver hair only made her look more revolting, like some kind of ethereal being that had no place in this world.
I hated her, with a burning and passionate rage that filled me up with a kind of energy that I had never before known. In my moments of darkness, when I was least expecting it, I would see her face. It seemed like a cruel joke, to be haunted by her image and her presence in such a way.
My fists balled up in a rage, my jaw clenched and my t
