Mighty

After dinner, Olivia sat in her dorm room, thinking about the past events. So much had happened during the past few hours. She looked at the book with determination. She decided she was going to face her fears. She opened the book.

“Olivia! Speak to me,” She heard the hissing sound. It was Lilith.

“What do you want?” Olivia asked.

“I want to hunt down the witch hunter’s great great-grandchildren. Help me get my revenge.” She said.

“Lilith you can reach out to me as much as you want but it’s up to me if I respond or not. I won’t be a part of your sick revenge spree on the generations of a wrong doer. You have wronged me. I am out of my house because of you,” Olivia said.

“You! silly girl! Revenge is good; it brings justice. Don’t you dare say this to me. I have waited too long. You owe me the...,” Lilith shouted like a mad woman.

Olivia shut the book closed. The sound became muffled and then stopped.

“I owe you nothing,” Olivia murmured.

She had made a mistake. Her curiosity had led he