Chapter 21 Darker Evil

• Mariana sat in front of her mirror, glaring and fuming at the reflection of herself that was staring back at her with an unapologetic face. Fueled by rage and hate for the Werewolves she gritted her teeth as she ran her fingers through her hair. The long black locks swished through her fingers like a snake. Every morning she sat here watching the Lycan go about his life as if she hadn't cursed him to death. What will it take for him to die? How had he even survived her curse? What kind of power does he possess that could withstand hers? She was enraged as her mind wandered back to the night she climbed the Mountains seeking the Wizard who lives there for the third time. She was after answers, answers she is yet to find.
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• Snow coated the beds of the mountain floor making it hard to step upon. The wind howled loudly as she descended deeper into the valley where a small cave awaited her. Mariana crept slowly down into the dimly lit cave until she found the opening of a secret passage. Inside she was greeted by the glow of the Firebirds standing one on every eight pillars surrounding the cave and at the far end of the cave sat an old man, his long white hair hanging around his shoulders like the wings of a snowbird. He watched her with a calm look on his aged face. "I see you have come, Scarred witch," He snarled. "It's been too long since I've seen one of you." His voice was raspy like rocks rubbing against sandpaper as he spoke. "How did you escape child death?" She didn't answer that knowing the wizard knew the answer to the question. "Hmmm..." He mused aloud."You certainly didn't come here to say hello, did you."