*two days after the death of Raine

AUTHOR’s POV.

The deep, brooding and dense forest stretched into the gloomy night, the forest trees casting ominous shadows in the pale light of the moon.

A chill breeze moved the leaves, carrying with it the scent of death, decay and wet leaves with a hint of pine needles in the air.

In this dark, creepy place, an old witch struggled for breath, her withered and weak body barely clinging to life.

In the distance, a faint rustling caught the witch’s attention.

Under the blanket of the night’s darkness, the dark forest whispered its secrets amongst its trees.

The ancient trees and their...