CHAPTER 47 - You are welcome

ITHRA

“Don’t be silly,” I stated, pushing my hair to the back of my ear.

I took in the dark waters before me and felt my heart shrink in fear.

“Yes, you are,” Zadok said, scrutinising me with his eyes. “Is there a reason why?”

“I said I am alright!” My words came out harsher than intended.

He raised his hands in mock surrender and said, “No need to bite. I was only making sure.”

Zadok walked ahead without sparing me a glance. I could tell he was offended. I couldn’t find it within me to care.

As a child, they warned against getting close to water. The only thing that could neutralise a Celts witch’s power was water - water in its large body.

Thankfully, I never experienced the horror of what water could do to a Celt’s witch, seeing I didn’t have powers. But I was no stranger to what it could do to a witch.

I once watched a witch get traumatised by a mere hallucination of an ocean conjured by a witch as an attempt at a joke. There, my mother placed a ban on casting such a spell