17.Rituals

Jamal Kunis POV

I felt a surge of anger and frustration as I walked up to the door of the witch's house and knocked. Don't get me wrong, I had nothing against her in particular. She was the only one who had any solution to this problem.

I just hated coming here, hated asking for help from anyone. And especially, hated coming here because it reminded me of how powerless I was.

But I had no choice. I was desperate to break the curse that had plagued me since that incident.

The door opened and the witch greeted me with a smile. She was a petite woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, dressed in a white robe. She looked harmless, but I knew better. She had power, power that could help me or harm me.

“Hello, Jamal." She smiled calmly, a scent of herbs and leaves surrounding her, "Long time no see."

I shrugged, "What can I say? I have been very busy."

"Come in, come in.” She said, stepping aside to let me enter.

I followed her into the living room, where a fire was crackling in the fireplace.