The Witch

“I didn’t tell you to come in, Olivera…”

Those were the first words Olivera heard when she stepped into the room, and saw Vee standing a few feet away from the witch that had completely disorganized the room that belonged to Raul’s mother.

This must have been why she had stopped knocking. Olivera thought, stepping around the littered books and bottles on the floor, ignoring Vee and his question. The witch was still searching for whatever scrolls she had talked about before disappearing on her last two weeks.

The scroll.

That had been one of the first things she had searched for intently the past two weeks, and she had found it. However, it was something that she couldn’t understand, and the only thing that Vee had said when she had mentally asked him, was that they needed the other part of the scroll for it to be useful. It was then that she had known that the scroll which looked like a map was incomplete.

“Is that how he talks to you? How can you allow it?”

Olivera ignored the q