Suddenly I felt a slimy presence around me. A pair of arms wrapped around me.
"Dwyera dear, how could you be so mean, so cold. You never write or call. Aren't we friends."
"No we're not, Batari."
"So mean."
"A chaos witch!" The five order warlocks went to draw their swords.
"Oh, don't bother," Batari said with a twisted smile.
In the blink of an eye, vines had twisted around their arms and weapons preventing them from drawing their weapons.
"Stop, leave your weapons sheathed. She's with us."
"Hmm, besides I am far older and wiser than any of you younglings. It would take about three hundred of you to even pose a threat."
"What was that witch!" The warlock called Okafor yelled out, trying to draw his weapon.
"The pot calling the kettle black. Are we not all beings of magic."
"Don't lump us together chaos witch. Our job is kill your kind. And Glynda are you consorting with the enemy. It's bad enough you align yourself with the Dark One. And now this!" Okafor turned his bitter gaze toward Glynda.
"Enough!" I yelled, "you came here to perform a job for one of my favors did you not."
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Black Thread (CPN) - Part I
Roman d'amourA cowardly man forced to serve an ancient and powerful Witch. A dark and mysterious woman with magic and powers beyond comprehension. She seeks something almost unobtainable. What kind of path will these two walk? What kind of pain awaits them? Wha...
