Diana’s Pov
The sound from the thick bushes increased and drew nearer. “Priscilla!” I muttered as I cringed onto her tightly.
As we looked keenly, we saw a shadow walking out from the dark. Finally, the image eventually came to light.
It was a bent old woman. She looked very wrinkled and held a stick to support herself while walking.
Priscilla still cringed onto my body as her grip tightened. She fidgeted profusely. “I don’t like how things are looking here,” she muttered.
The old woman approached us close enough to talk to us. “The gift from the moon Goddess,” she said, looking up into my eyes.
Our eyes locked firmly as we had a fixed gaze at each other. I tried to understand who she was. Confusion and fear set in.
“I have heard a lot about you,” she confessed, and I shrugged.
