In a dim lit room, a young girl was on her kneels with her head hung low. He was facing the back of a standing young woman who was clad in deep emerald cloak. Her hair was jet black with a green hue.

“You disappoint me.”

Her crispy voice rang in the empty room thereby sending chills down the girls spine.

“I’m sorry...mother.” the girl’s fear filled voice echoed in the room. “... didn’t know she actually ran away else I would have caught her and brought her to you.” She added.

“You have one last chance...else I’ll make your head my next lamp holder.” The young woman who was...