Ch.67

As Tonya walks through the dense forest surrounding the elder witches' cottage, the leaves crunch softly under her feet, a gentle symphony of nature's harmony. The earthy scent of moss and damp soil fills the air, and the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze creates a soothing backdrop to her exploration. This forest, with its ancient trees and whispering winds, is a place that has always brought her peace. But today, even this sanctuary can't quell the storm within her heart.

The cottage itself is nestled among ancient trees, their gnarled branches reaching toward the sky like outstretched arms. A faint mist weaves through the underbrush, lending an air of mystery to the woodland. Yet, despite the chill in the air, Tonya feels a warmth spreading from the ground beneath her feet, as if the earth itself recognizes her presence. Birds chirp from the treetops, their songs mingling with the distant sounds of a babbling brook. Wildflowers bloom in bursts of color along the path, each st