Chapter 39

• The dawn was approaching. The birds' tweeting made the leaves swerved livelier with the breeze. It was yet another day, the moon went in hiding and the sun was patiently waiting for its turn to show up, to shower the lands with its bright and warm light. This phenomenon happened almost every day, giving hope in everyone's life. However, there was a certain place where the sun couldn't reach. It remained cold and distant from the rest of the world. A place where for the most human who found it by chance, considered enchanted and dangerous since it was ruled by witches.
• Latina knew that something was off when they were tracing the way that was said to be headed to the village the old lady had mentioned. After watching the old witch massacred the werewolf pack, they were told to carry on. Led by Sheila and, the young boy called Fred behind them, the journey was quiet and kind of suffocating. That was what Latina thought when she felt the heavy atmosphere as they got nearer to their destination. While it was hard for her to breathe, she learned that Azrene seemed to be fitted in. There have been changes to the girl's appearance as well. Just like how her hair color turned into quite an impressive glowing blonde. While inside her pair of orbs, a lush forest was reflected.
• "Beautiful spheres," Latina gasped, she stopped on her track and held Azrene's face in place as she watched her. She couldn't get rid of her gaze from the girl's eyes. The others stood by and watched them.