In the middle heart of a forest, there lies a giant yet magnificently old oak tree, beside which rests a small cottage, dimly lit with lamps in the outer as well as inner parts.
Walking down the forest looking all composed, Nathan stood tall and stiff before the cottage, glaring at it with his deep brown eyes. Taking a deep sigh out, he intended to stroll straight inside the cottage. As he walked in, a metal door at the entrance blocked his way and before entering in, he gently knocked on the door once.
"Who is this?" A fragile female hoarse voice probed from inside as he stopped knocking. Without further warning, he grabbed the doorknob and dashed inside holding a serious grimace.
As he marched in, he noticed that the Witch Lady was sitting on a small chair and casually sipping some
