“Tonight, we feast!” The witch’s voice rang through her cozy cottage as she set the table, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. Max and Zach shared a glance, the weight of their journey momentarily lifted by the warmth of her hospitality.
Vera sat beside them, a look of gratitude illuminating her face. “Thank you for everything. I can’t believe we found the herb,” she said, her voice still soft but gaining strength. “And for bringing me back.”
The witch smiled, her weathered hands deftly placing bowls of steaming stew before them. “You three have faced great trials. It is only fitting to celebrate your resilience. Eating together strengthens bonds—something you will need in the days ahead.”
Zach nodded, looking at Max and Vera. “We’ll need every ounce of stre
