CHAPTER 3 - part a

          Dark skies. The clouds were heavy and a storm was obviously brewing on Shahana forest. The wind blew hard on the oak trees and rain began to fall. The rain was fierce and the wind proved to be a mighty adversary as we see a figure run. The barefooted figure hurriedly ran pass trees, not growing tired or feeling pain from stepping on thorny vines. It kept running not paying attention to the storm until it reached a small hut somewhere in the middle of the forest. It went inside and removed its wet clothes revealing a beautiful young woman.

          The hut was small yet cozy. It was made only of two rooms. The first one had a table, one chair and a busted fireplace. Its ceiling was dripping on 3 or 4 spots and the walls shook as the storm threatened to engulf the hut. A huge mirror separated the first room from the second. The second room was different. It was filled with shelves and shelves of artifacts and other objects seemingly out of this world. Clocks, mementos, daggers, and other stuff which could not be named or recognized. Its ceiling and walls treated the storm as if it wasn’t there.

          The young woman eased herself down in a corner drying her body with some rags. She sat on the floor feeling only now the pain and fatigue caused by her ran through the woods. Her black hair fluttered in the air as she lowered her head down. She was beautiful. Her maple-brown eyes were the only thing of color in the whole room. As she laid her slender body on the floor, with her head resting on a small tattered pillow, a voice called her from behind the mirror.

          “Where have you been?” said the voice, a cold voice which sounded lifeless and of pure despair. “Come to me Danah.” Danah stood up, walked to the mirror and prepared to touch it. She saw her fragile self and hesitated for a second if it was a wise idea to face the witch. But before she managed to turn back, the mirror disappeared. She was face to face with the lady who has Z’s cellphone.

          “What is it? I just went out to the lake. I immediately returned when I sensed the rain.” said Danah lowering her head the instance their eyes met. Tired as she is, Danah bravely stood before her captor not showing any sign of weakness. “Did you find the boy who owned that device? I described him to the best that I can.” asked Danah who was suddenly looked up in all concern.

          “No, I was unable to locate him. But I managed to inquire about this unusual device” said the witch in her cold, almost lifeless voice. She was beautiful yet her eyes looked drained. The witch laid herself down. She looked at Danah and Danah dropped her head down again.

          “My youth is once again passing.” said the witch whose youth is now beginning to fade as the second’s hand of her old grandfather clock moved. The witch was lying in a crimson red bed. Her face was young but her hand was growing old. Wrinkles began to shape in her arms up to her neck until she was totally back to her aged self. “Danah. I must find a new body. Help me. Please…”