Chapter 36:
The butterfly slowly turned brown, grey, then to ash until it began to break down into nothingness. Although that had happened no one noticed as they stared at the child they referred to as the Wise Woman, Clotho. She was anything, but a child which made the guards considerably nervous as that very child could have them executed whenever, however, and for whatever she deemed fit of punishment. Even for a witch, Clotho was now one of the weakest among their kind, since Queen Sonja had received most of the grand witches power from her. Clotho may be weak, but as her knowledge, status, and mind were nothing if not a power in itself that could make kingdoms tremble in fear at her feet.
Queen Sonja's POV:
Pouring a glass of red wine, I heard a loud shout from a chi
