Witch’s POV
The hidden cave deep inside the dark forest was filled with anger and fear.
We, the witches, gathered around the burning black fire.
Each face looked worried, each heart filled with panic.
Ella.
Her name was now a curse to us.
"She destroyed the beast like it was nothing!" one of the witches shouted, her voice shaking.
"We are doomed if we let her live!" another cried out, slamming her staff on the ground.
I stood quietly, listening to them scream and panic.
Inside me, I was burning with rage.
How could one woman — a Luna no less — rise with such power?
A power that could destroy our dark magic.
A power we have feared for centuries.
"We must think," I said, raising my hand.
My voice was calm but cold.
The others turned to look at me.
"We cannot fight her head on
