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CHAPTER TWO That night of that day, I sneaked out from bed to find my mother’s book. It was an old book with all the spells, potions and enchantments written and organized by page. I couldn’t sleep last night. My thoughts were battling inside my head. Peace left my chaotic mind. Images of my mother being chased by the royal guards were kept on flashing at the back of my head. She’s old now. It would be hard for her to leave this place and to find another one.

A few items similar to what he had seen at the other witches' hideout were displayed everywhere. A shelf with odd looking scrolls and Grimoires, jars with creatures like snakes, lizards, and other reptiles were enclosed in them. He was getting impatient with the way the witch was taking her precious time. "Take me to Nimalaya." He demanded like a spoiled child. "Gama, I will do what you want, but first listen to what I have to tell you about Nimalaya." Kira spoke, then waved her hand to make a wooden chair at the corner of the room, moved behind Gama on its own.

"You are yet to deal with the threat you have brought upon yourself and now, you are pulling another! Why don't I go ahead then, and make your head roll on the ground? This is because you have said it and I believe you. Don't worry Ammon, I will not do that, I still, need you alive. The Alpha did nothing but gruntled in pain. Now, Magaritha was wearing a white Cloak. Her hair was very long, I haven't seen any hair like that before. Her long fingernails were painted with a red cortex. They serve to remind me that she was the all-powerful leader of the Witches. Her eyes can not be described but, one thing I will never forget was the fact, that they shone with evil and wickedness. In her hand w