The door creaked open, and I looked up to see the witch enter the room. I remembered her from the last time I was home. She was an older woman with long, silver hair and piercing blue eyes. She seemed nervous, it didn’t surprise me. Everyone under my father’s authority lived in fear.
She sat down across from me, her eyes studying me, trying to figure me out.
"Elena," she said softly, "How are you holding up?"
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "I'm Doing okay, thank you," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's been... difficult but I have hope that everything will be okay."
The witch nodded, she smiled.
“What’s your name, by the way, I figure if you’re helping me about my murderous grandmother, we should be on a first name basis.” I laughed, she smiled.
“Dali
