Elena POV
His eyes searched mine for a long time, before he finally began to speak, “the story I’m about to tell you happened over 400 years ago. It started with one woman.”
He paused to take a breath and I nodded to show I was paying close attention.
“That woman’s name used to be Hilda.” He said. “But a long time after her death, all anyone could remember her as, was being called mad. Hilda the mad, that became her name.”
“Mad?” I said, my brows furrowed. “The woman in my vision didn’t look mad to me. She looked angry and hurt, but not mad.”
A shadow crossed his face and he raked a hand through his hair, sighing. “According to the stories I read, Hilda was a priestess. Back then, there were no witch doctors, only priestesses who could speak directly to the goddess without needing to
