The Eldest went inside his cave cautiously. The bottle was still there at the center of the round table. It was being guarded by the fairies. They were like fireflies from afar.
"Did she scream?" he whispered to one of the roaming fairies.
The fairy shook her head. "The witch is still asleep," she hushed the words.
"Hmm..." The Eldest was thinking while he stared at the witch.
Merry was old like him. She was balding and toothless, too. It was possible that she had a daughter or a granddaughter... If she had, that relative might inherited half of her power!
'They had seized this witch in the head of Gav, not in his heart! Aeson Takin had found a bomb. It might be a decoy...' The Eldest narrowed his eyes. 'My initial sighting is correct! Gav's heart is a prisoner--but where?'
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