History of the Claremont's castle had amazed both Finch and Edmond. Sir Bartholomew was kind enough to tour them around the castle and told the history of it. Finch's curiosity and questions had been expressed verbally by Edmond, who miraculously, had the same questions as Finch.
"Why is there so many butterfly painted in the castle?" Asked Edmond.
"I knew you would ask me that question, young boy." Said the King's third in command. "Hmm… it all began with the history of the royal's ancestors. Do you know that long time ago, this kingdom was ruled by Fairies?"
"Fairies?" Edmond frowned. "As in a little fairy."
The man hummed. "Except they were not little. They were all like us — human. But they had fascinating ability, like magic ability. Almost like a witch."
Finch's tiny mouth gaped as the word witch mentioned. It reminded her of the man she met in the forest, calling Mosley a witch. Was she?
"A witch? What's that?" Inquired Edmond.
