"Don't be too surprised seeing me for the third time, my dear Halora. I've been following you, watching you almost of the time."
She said, gave her a quick, bitter giggle that frightened Halora to death.
Halora blinked her eyes, out of fear she felt. "How d– did you know my name?"
"You don't have to know everything. I came here to get an important thing that only belong to me–" She paused, turned around and looked at Halora's scared face. "The magical ring. Surrender it to me and I will keep your friends free and alive, including you."
Her face was covered with darkness. Her thin, dry lips, pointed and such exaggerated nose, thick eyebrows was quiet strange and her black, long yet frizzy hair caught Halora's attention.
She was certain that the woman in front of her was a black witch.
Halora knew about the black witches who sacrificed their lives for black, selfish powers. They sought immortality, darkness and power to the whole, wide world.
