The light was bright, almost blinding him. Harper struggled to stand up. His mind felt clearer than it had in months. The brilliant light made it difficult for him to see, though he could just make out in the distance a figure slumped on the ground.
Where was he and what had happened he had no idea. The last image he recalled was the woman reaching for his hand.
She was a witch he remembered, the power that emanated from her was strong. Unlike anything he had sensed before. He felt a ray of hope alight in him, maybe she could be the one to help him. He moved closer to the figure and realised it was the same woman.
She lay as if she had taken a nap, her eyes were closed and he was relieved to see her chest rising and falling. Up close he realised she wasn’t much older than him, her long dark lashes matched the colouring of her hair and she had the smallest nose which crinkled as if she had smelt something gone bad.
Her eyelids fluttered and she groaned as she opened her eyes.
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Death Has A Name
FantastiqueChildren are being brutally murdered. There's no evidence to link the murders except the way in which they are found. The police are sure they are dealing with a psychotic serial killer, but one person knows it's much more than that. ************** ...
