Chapter 7. The Return

It was the final day, I could feel the anxiousness coursing throughout my body. Ranulf had taken residency in the kingdom. It had been arranged that he would be the next king, the nymphs couldn't be any happier. But my head was not there, it was somewhere else, still captivated by the image of the beautiful little witch.

I was about to join the others at the main hall when I felt the pull. I could feel it, this was it...it was happening that exact moment. Her voice was calling me.

"Arkael! Come to us..."

My body was sucked up to the surface, I could hear her chanting the old language. But her voice slowly faded to the background, as her beauty captivated me.

Walking to her, I let my hand out to her. She was looking at me, I knew at that exact moment she was affected by my presence. Then seconds later she was back to the ritual.

In front of her, was a large pot that she filled with her concoction. She was back to concentrating while glancing my w