After a bit of time, the witch's chants grew louder and more urgent, and that was when Freya fell to the ground.
Neera shook when the first scream tore from Freya's mouth.
The witch's chant rose, a mesh of words in a language Neera didn't understand, and the more her voice rose, the more Freya screamed, a raw, guttural sound. It took everything in Neera to not yell at the witch to stop as Freya writhed on the ground as if given the worst of punishment.
And the green smears all over her body turned a bright red color, and if Freya's screams were loud before, the ones that came from her now were blood-curdling.
"Freya!" Neera registered someone calling her name, and it took her a while to recognize it was Zavian's voice, and he was approaching the hut. Quickly, Neera ran outside, blocking the entrance before he walked in.
"I can't bear it. Her screams are too much, I have to stop the witch," Zavian said.
