She was fourteen now. Lyr still lived in the tower, but she wasn't seen often. The witch, she soon found out, was named Cassandra.
Many girls were here. Most were married off in a week. But not Lyr or Evangline.
"My dearest Evangeline," The woman stroked her hair. "Move that." She pointed at a chair. Evangeline did what she said. The chair slowly came towards them.
"Where?" She pointed again.
"Now if you ever think of using your mind tricks on me, I promise you will be punished."
"Yes miss." And the witch left.
"Eva?" Evangeline heard a murmur. "Eva? Will you answer me?" It's Lyr!
"Lyr where are you?"
"Kitchen. Meet me there."
"Okay. I will be there soon." Evangeline scurried out of the main room filled with young girls and through the halls also filled with young girls, and finally made it to the kitchen. She burst through the doors to coins Lyr making dinner.
"Where were you?!" Evangline looked sparatic.
"Out. Finding a suitor." Lyr's voice was filled with sadness.
"Oh. For you? Did you find one? Is he handsome?"
"No, the suitor, he is for you."
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Tower.
Genel KurguA young girl is taken in the night. She is taken to a tower with many other girls. Will she survive and escape, or die trying.
