Damien
The next day, I called for a meeting with all experienced apprentices of the unconscious priest.
As I got to the room, they all got to their feet in greeting, but I waved them down and took my position at the end of the table.
"I will go straight to the point and keep the meeting short." I got comfortable in the chair and narrowed my eyes. "Do we know of any witch that is capable of placing an illusion on the pack?" I asked.
Heads rolled and Beatrice's hand shot up into the air. I waited to see if there was anyone else but unfortunately, she was the only one bold enough to speak.
Reluctantly, I pointed at her even if I could already guess what she was going to say. "Yes, Beatrice?"
She stood up and cleared her throat. "We all know who is placing a curse on our kingdom. We know this witch. It is no secret."
I got irritated at her but kept it all in. "And who is this person?"
