The little girl walked away from the castle. Her small hand carrying the open umbrella along with her. Though she looked barely seven or nine years old, the black witch was much older than anyone around her now. She stood with the humans who were waiting for the local carriage to arrive so that she could reach the last town of the Bonelake in the north.
She smiled sweetly at the people who gushed on how cute and pretty the little girl looked, while also questioning where her parents were. Judith didn't know where her parents were and she had not bothered to find out because she had a slight hunch that her parents were in the same village she lived before the sacrificial ritual had been held. A daughter whose mother had abandoned her after birth as her father didn't accept another woman. They had burned in fire the night she had left with Sabbi.
