Aggie was smiling as she, Westly, and Joshua walked toward the old oak where the black magic was centered. Whether the actions of the young men were intentional or subconscious, she didn’t know, but it was appreciated. As they walked, their arms brushed hers as they strode on either side of her. She doubted that they would be capable of protecting her against the person responsible for the dark magic, but it was a sweet gesture, nonetheless.
“So, Westly, what did your investigators find out here? Did they have any problems with the black magic affecting them as they worked?” Aggie questioned as they neared the ancient oak.
“The only footprints we found were right at the base of the oak tree. It looks like whoever it was appeared at that tree and then left. They also found some clothing
