"Who are...?" Before finishing her statement, she looked at where the woman was standing. It was nothing but the flames of fire that were thrashing out, clawing the rain. What was she saying? Who's son Ryan was? Who was his mother?
"The Ruby witch! She knew it all!" She murmured to herself. She wasn't like a demon, those purple eyes were not speaking about a wicked heart. She couldn't even scan her figure entirely. She was simply like all other women in that village. Long medieval vintage clothing and shawl over her shoulders and their flat shoes.
