Hagatha laughed, watching Ashlee leave that stupid house after losing everything. She had tried to protect her from it, but maybe it was actually favoring her in one way or another.
“It’s time for joy, Brennus.” Hagatha got up, walking around her room and opening an old box with a unique liquor inside. Something no human would have ever seen.
“We might be winning without even trying. We’ll wait patiently until the day comes.” She sat back, relaxing, filling her glass with the liquor, and sipping it.
The crow started cawing at her, irritating her all of a sudden. “Will you ever shut up? Do you always have to ruin my celebration with your stupid grating?” She hissed and took out her old, rotting stick. The older it was, the better it worked.
“Let’s go and get that i***t of an elf out of
