Mila looked at the girl who looked as good as a fifteen or sixteen-year-old. Her blue eyes which were the most attractive feature of her face which scanned the room, walking forward and entering the room that gained everyone's attention.
Though by looks she looked young, Mila was sure she was older than the rest who were here. They had been hunting witches for years now, their clan which was created by Councilman Creed, they often caught the witches and brought them to Creed's disposal, to Mila he was a father figure, someone who had bothered to care for her when there was no roof to shelter her. It was only after Creed's death did this young black witch show up in front of her but to come in front of everyone today, she wondered what was going on. The black witch had appeared only in front of a few people, and she chose her time wisely before she disappeared again making her almost like a phantom ghost.
Getting up, she went to the black witch to greet her.
