Queen Sharona:
"Did I not tell you Cyre? I did warn you that someone is going to get hurt if you don't desist from your affair?!" I say, walking down each stairs slowly eeriely.
The stairs lead down to a deep abyss, a cell where I imprison my sister, Cyre, the true hair to the witch clan. Cyre is in chains and her cell is casted with a spell that makes her powerless and unable to use magic.
"What did you do to him?" Cyre asks in a sad small voice.
I laugh.
"Did you love him that much, sister? While I thought he was just your toy to whirl away time" I reply smirking.
"Answer Sharona! What did you do to him?" Cyre scream, pulling repeatedly at the bars of the prison door, which tremble with each pull.
Cyre is that powerful. Her powers scares me, that I had to conjure a very dark magi
