"What's your name?" I asked in fascination. This little girl could read my mind, and appeared to know more than she should have about my current situation.
"I'm Bethany." She told me in her childish voice.
I knew that name from somewhere. Not just the name but the fact that the name belonged to someone very exceptional. I tried to find the name buried in my memories, but without success. It also caused me a horrendous headache and I cried out in pain.
"My poor Luna." The little girl put a cooling hand on my forehead. For some reason I couldn't fathom, I instantly felt better and so did Maddison.
"She's a Whitch," Maddison told me in utter disbelief. "I can feel her healing us."
A Witch named Bethany. The answer I was looking for floated across my mind. But I was too weak t
