Chapter 82 Witches

• I fell asleep somewhere in between twenty four witches circling around me and chanting loudly that I thought my ears would explode. I was laid out on a mat on a hard floor and staring straight up. The cave was brightly lit with candles that could not be counted. One of the witches, which I knew to be the head of the witches, was seated on a raised platform and there was a burning pot in front of her that was emitting smoke from it.
• I did not know for how long I slept but when I woke up much later, I was alone with father and mother in the cave and the hot pot that had been with the head witch was hanging directly over me. My heart froze in fear as I thought of the hot pot falling on my face and its content upturing all over my body and burning me as it was not held up by anything other than magic. Yeah, I might have survived this evil aging spell so far but I was so sure that I could die from the hotness of whatever was inside that pot if it poured all over me. Even if I did not die, my face and a large part of my chest area would be cooked. Yeah, I was not ready to lose my beautiful face. I might have hated how I looked in the past because I was bullied and called a witch, but since I met mother and saw how we both looked like two peas in a pod, I have fallen in love with myself. I was not ready to let go of this face anytime soon.
• I looked at my mother and a happy smile curved my full cracked and parched lips when I saw that she was resting on father’s chest and he was running his fingers through her hair and humming to her. I did not know if she was sleeping but her eyes were closed and her face appeared so very peaceful. It made me happy. Maybe there was good news, right? I wanted this expression to remain on her face forever. I pray that I will be fine so that she won’t have to worry again because of me. It seemed like I kept making her cry and worry every time. I pushed these thoughts off my head as I kept my eyes on them.