Nahiri?
Who was that?
Belladonna had been called by a couple of names.
Product of r..ape.
The Bride.
Bell.
My Donna.
Nightshade.
But never saviour.
This witch must have gotten her mixed up with someone else.
"Some of us are already dead." She said, raising slowly to her feet, her body trembling slightly. "Many of us are already dead."
"I don't know who you are talking about."
Despite her need to just play along, she couldn't resist the urge to state that.
"One day the saviour will come bearing the mark of the Alterer but not on her body." The witch said, moving closer to her, her steps bringing forth no feeling of attack as she recounted this like she was reading it from a book in front of her. "She shall remain hidden till the time is right and she comes forth herself."
She finally stopped in front of her.
"The time is right now." The tears finally rolled down her cheeks.
"Why did it have to take so long? My family is already dead."
