CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY FOUR

“There has to be something someone can do,” I ask, forcing my voice to stay calm, despite the roiling fear inside of me.

The witch’s voice is kind now, “I’m afraid not. You’re not the first who has tried to seek a way to undo the curse.”

It’s hard to keep my tears at bay. The tears are not of sadness but rather of the crippling fear of the unknown future that awaits me. At this point, I am already aware of the nature of the painful deaths a majority of the Righs faced. It was just physical pain they had to go through, that would have been fine. Horrifying as it may be, one can tolerate that to an extent.

But seeing your loved ones be tortured? The mental anguish is not something I will be able to take any longer. My suffering may be different from that of the previous Righs. It may not even compare. But for me, it is enough. I am reaching my breaking point.

There are so many people in my life that I now care about, so many people who can be used against me. It frightens me to th