Misa paced in front of the square water fountain, unable to sit still and enjoy the serene view the colorful fishes splashing in the water offered. She had already had her outing earlier that day to get rid of Tika’s excess magic, but she simply couldn’t stay cooped up in her chambers (as large as they were) after what had happened in the throne room.
Something was terribly wrong. The witches had begun to celebrate the success of the treaty, some uncloaking their magic just for the sheer freedom it gave them. Even Brin, who had been skeptical of Nisha’s intentions from the beginning, had told Misa that maybe Nisha had had a change of heart.
It seemed only Misa was feeling antsy and uneasy about the whole ordeal. Maybe she was looking too much into it. Maybe Nisha had other pl
