"It's you, the destroyer again," The voice behind Arad hissed, "I thought it would be some time before you return,"
Arad stood still, feeling the oppressive monster behind them. ^This feeling, it's far heavier than the golem outside,^
Arad could feel the magic oozing from the monster.
"What happened to the witch? What happened to Doma?" Arad grunted.
"My sweet daughter? She died almost a century ago of old age," The voice behind Arad growled, "At the young age of twelve, she dreamt of flying on a great black dragon, so she studied the witch arts to search for that dragon,"
"Dead? Who gave me the letter? What happened last night?" Arad wanted to turn around. But he didn't dare look at the monster.
"When I bought Albert, I never knew this could happen," The monster's voice cracked, "Doma was born, and she quickly grew into a splendid witch, but even she couldn't beat time," CLANG! The monster smacked the wall with her tail.
