The witch's demeanor shifted, sensing the unwavering determination radiating from Janet. "Very well," she finally spoke, her voice tinged with an unsettling calmness. "Your granddaughter's fate was sealed long ago. But you... you have the power to change the course of destiny."
Janet's eyes narrowed, her gaze unwavering. "Tell me everything. No more lies."
And so, under the canopy of ancient trees, amidst the whispers of the forest, the witch unraveled the dark tapestry of events that had led to Elysia's disappearance. Secrets spilled forth like shadows fleeing from the light.
With each revelation, Janet's heart swelled with grief and fury. Yet, beneath the surface, a glimmer of hope flickered, a hope born from the unbreakable bond between grandmother and granddaughter.
As the night wore on, Janet's determination solidified. She knew what she must do, to reclaim her granddaughter's legacy and set right the wrongs that had plagued their family.
