As Saya remained seated inside the cell room of the palace (aboard) of the witches of Jimma she kept on ruminating over all the things she had to do to her best friend Ayva in order to destroy her and then she felt she would not die now that she was on the verge of becoming all that she had dreamed about. As she sat right inside the cell she thought about the years that had passed and all the mistakes and all the joy. She had grown as a healer because she learnt most of her healing tactics from her aged grandmother. The old woman raised her because her mother died the day she was born. Knowing who her grandmother was on time made her to follow her to places of healing. She had always known that her grandmother was not just a healer but also a witch; a witch who sometimes killed her victims
