Sasha Swift

Sasha

“What do you mean you’re the black witch? I thought you were dead!”

Jewel laughs. “No that’s what they want everyone to think. The Royal Council. They trapped me here about two hundred years ago.”

I’m so confused. According to Greta, the black witch worked alongside the Royal Council. Now she says she is a victim. Of course, they also killed Greta and many other innocent supernatural creatures. But still, can I trust what she says?

“What do you mean they trapped you? You’re like the strongest witch ever! Plus I thought you worked together.”

“We never worked together. Instead of convicting me of my crimes, they trapped me here in this cell. They want to try and harness my power.”

I’m shocked luckily she can’t see my face. “So did they do it? Did they steal your power? Is that why they haven’t killed you?”

“So many questions child. But yes they tried. But I’m a lot stronger than they detected. I killed Vlad's beloved. That’s when the real torture started. You know Vlad he likes to hurt women. Women like us. Just because we’re stronger than him.”

“How do you know I’m stronger than him?” I asked puzzled.

“I can sense your aura, you're a fae. Just like the woman he used to keep down here.”

I place my hands on the cell and get shocked. I back away. This can’t be true? Vlad couldn’t have captured another fairy and definitely not my mother.

“What happened to her? The woman. Tell me now!” I demand. If she's telling the truth then I need to know.

The walls and ground start to shake. The large metal door to the cell flies off its hinges and falls to the ground. I fall on my back and look up. It’s her the black witch.

She is around my height. She has long black hair to her waist. Her eyes are crystal blue. She looks normal besides the rag of clothes she has on. A long jagged scar runs down her face.

The ground continues to shake as she steps towards me with her hands raised. “He is dead. I am free! Goodbye child I will see you soon!” She snaps her fingers and black smoke fills the room.

I start coughing from the smoke. Whatever it was it's deadly. I struggle to breathe and feel dizzy. I feel arms suddenly wrap around me. “Swift. It’s okay I found you. Stay awake please love.” I’m lifted off the ground and try to find the right words to say.

“She’s free.” I whisper before darkness pophits me followed by a blinding white light.

*To be continued in Book 2