“Yes, but last week a dragon almost set my hair on fire, so it’s your turn to negotiate.” Amanda looked resolute.
“But I’m sick. My stomach is killing me and my head feels like it’s going to explode. I’ll be vulnerable.” Annabelle’s face was pale and she was squirming in pain. “Can we postpone this?”
“We can’t.” Amanda whipped out her wand and pointed it at Annabelle while she muttered a short spell. “There, you’ll feel better shortly.”
“Do we know when the warlocks are expected to attack?”
“Anytime soon. That’s why you have to go. You’re our only hope.” The desperation in Amanda’s voice was apparent. “You have to go now, Belle. Go!” She gave her cousin a hug before pushing her through the portal.
Annabelle found herself in front of a castle. She didn’t know what to say to the Wizard Master but as she walked towards the door, she hoped the High Priestess was with her in spirit, guiding her. All she had was her heritage. Her sincere and humble heart distinguished her from Amanda who was strong and assertive.
“What is the purpose of your visit, young one?” The voice startled Annabelle.
She composed herself and presented her solemn request on behalf of the Witches Hives. She didn’t think about the dragons. She liked them.
The Wizard Master thought for a while. He gazed at her, contemplating.
“My wizards and dragons will come to your aid.”
“I… we are most grateful.”
“There’s one condition. You have to stay. When we defeat the warlocks, you will serve under me.”
Annabelle nodded in agreement without further consideration. This was necessary. She felt positive about her destiny.
© Anna Jailene Aguilar