The wind blew strongly, sending chills to my body. I felt its almost freezing temperature. Trees whispered in response to the strong winds, and the hooting of the owls; making the night sky scary for everyone, but not for me. This woman's scent might be the one who abducted Alexander and the coachman, as I couldn't feel their presence around. She perhaps placed them far away from me. She's nearby.
It was time to face whoever this thing was and why on earth was she messing with the wrong person. She should've thought about this over and over again, as I would not show mercy on the battlefield.
Standing up from the void lights of the moon, I grabbed my wand from my hair. My wand instantly lit without my command. It made me confused, but it doesn't matter for now.
Nostalgia of a cold De
