The Witch of Artemia was seated on a large bed in an ornately decorated tent. The war had finally ended, and now she could focus on what she wanted. Her lips stretched into a wide smile at that thought.“Madam, Alpha Alaric is here to see you.” A young girl said, entering the tent. She walked straight up to the witch and stood bowing her head. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I have to do so many preparations!” She said, jumping up and looking around the tent. Everything was in its place, yet she didn’t seem satisfied.
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