As Rhea sat alone in her dimly lit room, the door creaked open, and the respected old lady, Madam Celia, entered.
Madam Celia's gentle eyes filled with sympathy as she approached Rhea, her footsteps barely audible on the soft carpet.
Madam Celia placed a comforting hand on Rhea's shoulder. "My dear," she said softly, her voice filled with compassion. "I cannot fathom the pain you must be feeling, but please know that I am here for you. We will find a way to help your son."
Rhea looked up, her face reflecting a glimmer of hope. "Do you truly believe there is a way to break this curse, Madam Celia?" She asked, her voice filled with desperation.
The old lady nodded. "Yes, my dear. I have heard whispers of a powerful witch who resides deep within the enchanted forest. She is said to posses
