Meera walked slowly and quietly, slowly approaching the cave once more. She had definitely heard a sound before. What had made it? And was someone spying on her? If someone was spying on her in the first place, why? She crept up closer and closer to the spot where she was very sure that she had heard it, keeping herself alert and ready to pounce. Her magic swirled around her, making her eyes glow even brighter, and look a lot wilder than it was before. Her hair was waving about as if there was a breeze in the air, but it was only her magic making it move around, by her mere unconscious thought.
The witch crept closer and closer, unaware that an 18-year old teenager was hiding in the bushes just near where she was heading. Unfortunately for Meera, she also could not find the head nor hide of whatever might have made the sound from earlier. It was as if the person had just disappeared into thin air.
