"Muse Luna's servant," Will murmured to himself.
He discovered it from the purple fire and strode to the woman, a green Ouroboros serpent drew on her wrist. He roamed on the young boy, he had the same tattoo and another one, a magic locker. The woman had hidden her son's magic to protect him from those dark seekers. He couldn't keep this boy here.
"Sorry, little thing! I must leave you. With me, your life will be hard."
Rof finished running the words for Elizabeth and the girl flooded out without asking one more question. Her heart was tickled, she was wrong about this man. His face was fierce but he had a beautiful heart. That dim and painful face was moaning for a stranger that was dead, a mother with magic who left her son alone. She was so touched by him and needed to talk to him.
She went inside his chamber no one was there. Turning out, he saw the old man.
"Master Hamoon! Where is your son?"
