She came flying like a bat straight out of hell, bringing along the darkness with her. The bright sunny sky suddenly grew dim and the three of them watched in absolute horror as Ashanti landed a few feet away from them. She wore a black hooded dress and her face was half covered and black smoke emanated from her body- she seemed fully charged with dark powers. She had strange tattoos all over her body and half of her lower face.
“Hello stranger, we meet again,” she said in multiple voices
“Who the hell are you?” the Princess responded drawing her sword.
“It’s the witch, the one on the hill, that I defeated,” whispered Carey.
“Ah! The foreigner remembers me, I see you have defeated my minion … good, now it’s time to see if you can handle me,” she slowly walking over to them like a cat,
