One week ago, the Northern Mountain
Anda awoke with the terrible realisation that she was alone and butt naked. Her headache was excruciating, and her body hurt in all the wrong places. She was in dire pain. Her first thought, however, was that she was sweating, even though she was lying face down in the muck. She and the other young witches had had a few wild evenings of new potions the night before, but nothing like this had ever occurred to her before.
