EPILOGUE

Amelia gently laid a single rose near the tombstone which spelled Margo's name in a beautifully calligraphed writing. Even though it had nearly been a decade Amelia hadn't forgotten the witch's kindness and had a memorial built in her honor. She had also extended the same courtesy to all her beloved friends and peers she lost at the human nursery and visited it often, paying respect to every benevolent soul from her past.

The gentle wind swept up her unruly yet lustrous cocoa locks as the dull-gray clouds, mantling the vicinity, began morphing into a harsh ambiance as the sky turned a few shades darker and the echoing thunder roared after minutes of interval. There was a storm coming, Amelia noted before speeding towards the castle.