SIXTY FIVE

                      In the morning, the sun peeked out over the tops of the mountains. 

      I woke up with a jolt. I saw the beasts in my nightmare. I could hear the weak voices of my friends, "You're dreaming. Relax."

      When I opened my eyes. They were looking at me, lying next to me. I pushed myself up and climbed down the bed. I walked over to the window with sleepy eyes. 

      A slow smile appeared on my face. There was a beautiful picturesque in front of me. 

      "It's beautiful," Silver said. 

      "A beautiful trap," Elizabeth murmured. 

      "Why?" I asked, still looking at the view of hills and morning sun in front of me. 

      "Some witches are so strong that they can destroy the world. They are full of evil."