I tried hard, I really tried hard to defeat that heathen reforged from the hearse, a tomb of a witch died centuries ago. I wanted to escape anyhow.
My magic spells, tricks and every philtre was in vain...I wasn't able to recall.
My name, THEMIS.
That heathen was taking my all, she was all upon me, it was so panic, so deadly...
I ran towards my horse held it's harness but as far as I sat on its saddle I realized the pain, my sacral bone was cracked.
I gathered my memories, it was hard to recall what happened to me, my last memory was, when I found myself armoured by her, that witchery haethen's black powers.
I am not a sacrosanct but I know the magic.
When I was younger my parents abandoned me, a saint, devotee of Zeus told them that I'm a vicarious punishment and they sent me to grandmother, Victress was her name.
She was the one who professes magic, sorcery. I once saw her hunting witches by an Azure Light, maybe that was magic powers.
She noticed me looking at her. Unbelievable, she was my Granny?
That evening she told me the history behind it. After knowing that I decided to become her apprentice.
Granny taught me from O level to the highest, she is still on her way to make me- the Queen Regnant of this sorcerer world.
This is what that had given me intellectual power to carry on and not giving up.
I striked the harness on my horse and he flew away, I wanted to reach my Granny anyhow. After all I was just a novice, an apprentice of sorcerer.
It was 8 miles now, I wanted to know where I was but noway, I didn't knew where did that heathen witchery power brought me...
My brain was still black, I thought it was amnesia at the beginning, but now I think it must be a witchery wand on my mind, affected me till my nervous breakdown. But Granny Victress told me the magic spell to vanish it for fortnight or so and a strong fortitude to wear upon...
But now it was panic again which gave me an idea that for how long I was being ryoted by her.