Jolly was right. She shouldn’t have worried much. Koline only needed sleep and the little herbal treatment she made and he could sit up on his own. Better still, he was the one in charge of his body.
Perhaps his own magic didn’t work on him or the intensity of the fire ball wasn’t that deadly.
Jolly had told her to take note of his hair changes it maybe a good clue in knowing who was commanding him. Black was him, white, the witch. It was unfortunate that he now lived a life of a puppet in waiting.
“He is done eating now” Jolly peeked into her room and said.
“So?” she asked almost immediately.
Jolly came into the room and closed the door, “So go talk to him. He’d have lots of questions. The only thing he remembers doing was taking a hit for you which he’d have realized by now came
