“State your name dark witch, before I lost it and harm you here and now.” I said with all my guards up.
“It is a name not worthy to be uttered by you, WHITE WITCH. I never anticipated that there will be still a white witch living in this place unguarded. Did you think that your magic can protect you and match mine?” the black witch said as I look around assessing our position and where we are.
This dark witch is strong; she is in her 30s, I think. She has long curly hair that looks better than the first witch who appeared. Her teeth are black and her face looks like the face of a beggar. Her clothes are black and brown that also looks so old and unkempt. The aura this witch emits screams pure danger and she looks like a grand witch as what Mary and Glinda call those witches who ar
