"Princess, the witches are on their way." The maid stated as she bowed her head. Libra slightly moved her head to face the door, waiting for the witches to show up.The door opened and two women walked through it. Fedora, the braided haired witch came in first and bowed in front of Libra and Saraya, the one with the long and darker hair walked behind her and slightly bowed. Libra greeted them with a warm smile and the witches slowly approached her. "You called you highness?" Fedora asked softly. Libra stared deep into her eyes and then spoke. "I need you to cast a spell on me...what are your names?" She innocently asked and the two witches looked at each other and then looked at her. Saraya softly pushed Fedora to the front, indicating that she should be the one to speak. Fedora threw a glance at her before she smiled and looked at Libra. "My name is Fedora and this is my sister Saraya." She said as she pointed a finger at Saraya who was still behind her.
"Oh ok, as I was saying...I need you to cast a spell on me to help me move." Libra continued and Saraya shoved Fedora's back with her elbow, Fedora frowned and turned to look at Saraya when her mouth suddenly hung open. By the door, King Eldridge was standing there, listening to their conversation. Libra moved her head to see what the witches were looking at when she met her father's angry gaze. Libra widened her eyes as she looked at her father slowly walking towards them. He stopped in front of the two witches and glanced at both of them. "What are you doing here?" He asked and Saraya bowed. Fedora was still frozen as she stared at the king and Saraya quickly stepped on her foot with her hard black boot. "Ahh!" Fedora screamed in pain and she emmedietly covered her mouth with her hands before she also bowed down.
"Father don't worry, they are not here to-" "Even after that Emerald witch cast a spell on you, you still let witches into your room Libra?!" The king cut her sentence off and clapped his hands. A guard came to him and quickly bowed before straightening his body and waiting for the King's command. "Take these two out of here." He ordered and the witches straightened and slowly walked behind the guard with their heads down. "No! Father, they were not going to hurt me they-" "I know my princess, but I can't take any risks. You are not at the right state right now so don't push your boundaries understand?" He cut her off again and stared at her disappointed face. "Father..." She softly said as she closed her eyes and looked up at the ceiling. "I know you care about me and I am grateful for that but, sometimes you just have to let me do what I feel is right for a change." She opened her eyes to meet his gaze. The king frowned hard and took out his sword. Libra was amazed at what she saw. The sword he was holding was very beautiful. It has a golden handle that was carved to look like two wings, the rest of the sword was made of pure silver and it was so shiny that she could perfectly see her reflection in the sword. The king pointed the sword towards her face that was now covered in pimples. "If I had let you do your own thing, would this sword still be pure clean and not stained in blood? Remember that you were the reason that the dragons left Aquestria. If I had let you do your own thing, you would have tried to bring the dragons back yourself and that would have started the war of history so don't try and bring out that 'own thing' trick of yours cause believe me, that won't work." He said as he retracted the sword and walked out of the room. Libra's eyes were filled with years as she stared at the closed door. Why couldn't things go right this week? All she needed to do was to see Crystal again and everything will be fine but no, thats also too much to ask. Was it because she was still a child and fate wouldn't listen to her? Well if that's the case then she would have to go against fate and do things on her own. She wasn't a little kid that relied on someone else's help. She was a strong princess and she wasn't going to go e up that easily.