It was going to the gap behind the rocks, perhaps.
Behind the rock, she took out her clothes and went to the water. It was warm, unexpectedly. Dirt separated from her body and she made sure no stain remained there. It was sad that this pleasant water couldn't heal her heart nor had the ability to wash down her memories. The heads that were rolling down the feet.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, she dove.
"Who's the blood that was?"
She heard the young girl who was talking to the witch.
"Due to what I smelled it was a Fay blood."
She informed.
Mabena came up, releasing her breath she swam back to her clothes.
"Yes, A fay blood, she was my master, like what you saw in your dream, we got attacked by demons and one of them killed her."
She combed her hair with her fingers and snatched her fresh clothes.
"I am sorry to hear that but how do you know about my dreams?"
