"There is no need for a white witch to die, the blood must be sufficient," they heard Lord Alexander speak. Turning around they found him standing next to a tree.
"I heard you let yourself out and I was wondering when you would arrive here. Have you decided boy? If you want to join us," Ester asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity, "Join us and you will see what it is like to rule the four empires."
"I am intrigued with your idea but I refuse. I prefer to work by myself than have partners. You never know which one will back stab you," he spoke calmly.
"Is that so," Ester smiled and in a blink of an eye she ripped the white witch's heart out, pouring it into the fire pot, "I don't think we have time for chit chat here then. My sister witches get the dark witch's blood," she ordered and all the witches turned to face him, taking their witch form.
