Penny pondered over their words, her eyes still fixated over the bodies and her heart ached. They were little children. Children who had a life and could have the opportunity to grow into something of their dreams but their right to live had been stolen by the black witches.
Anger bubbled in her body thinking about it. The black witches, most of them had to be removed, they had to be killed, to let them know what fear meant. Right now they were freely moving in the forest and entering the towns, and the villages but they had to be taught on what fear was so that they wouldn't attack and abduct children in broad daylight.
"Can't we do something?" Penny asked, turning herself towards Lord Alexander, "What about using spilled magic on the grounds?"
Alexander shook his head, "That is something we cannot do. Most of the magic which was spilled was nothing but the tapping of forbidden magic."
"What?" Penny didn't read or hear about it.
