His Blood

‘’Seems the cursed one is here once again to save what should not have existed’’ the first witch laughed.

Henrietta felt so humiliated. She was a witch like them, but years of nurturing her strength and beauty had turned her into something else. She could not feel her power of vision. She lost it the night she had Mirrod.

‘’You know why I am here so stop toying around and give me answers’’ Henrietta roared angrily. She was done with their games. Since the start they have been playing her and now the life of her son and herself was hanging by the thread.

‘’Chances you have been given, failure you have been. Henrietta time is fast approaching and I fear you don't have enough for negotiations or getting mad’’ the third witch snaps at her.

It was clear she did not appreciate the altitude. Henrietta could not see the chances she had been given when all they did was confuse her and mess with her brain.

‘’What nonsense are you spouting? All I have been given all these years are dead end