I bobbed my head mutely, knowing that when something along those lines was said, you shut your mouth and wait until you are told to speak, and you do not; under any circumstances ask what was happening. My curious mind however, begged me to ask, to find out what was really happening instead of the speculations of a fifteen-year-old witch who didn’t even know how to control her own abilities. Yet, I knew that I couldn’t ask, doing so would be the end of me, the end of everything I was.
Prince Silas Bancroft turned towards his subjects, smiling greatly; his hand still tightly grasped around my wrist. He spoke slowly, his voice booming over the distant sound of the waterfalls and idle chatter. “I have done it, I have brought back a sunlight witch, one that will aid us in the coming war. She
