Alexander had fallen asleep on the bed, which was in the bedroom that he was imprisoned in. He had cried himself to sleep. There was a knock on the door, and the sound of a key unlocking the lock of the door, awoke Alexander from his slumber. He saw the sun was setting, evident by the dimming light outside, as he sat up on the bed.
A young dark witch walked into the room, carrying a tray of food and a bag with clothing in it. She was not like some of the witches here, she was not hideous or disfigured, like many of those who use dark magic. She smiled at Alexander, who moved away from her as she approached him. The door was locked behind her, as she said, “I am not going to hurt you, I am just here to get you ready, and to bring you your last meal.”
Alexander continued to move away fro
