Chapter 11. The Plague (3)

Alinta Devereaux

All of them gasped, especially Lila. She looked like she was about to have a heart attack. As for Elder Kirin, he almost stumbled down, but thanks to his staff, he was able to remain standing.

“Impossible,” Lila muttered. Then, she looked at me. Gone was her haughtiness and arrogance. “You’re powerful, right?” she asked, her voice trembling, “Do something about this. Please. Please, don’t let my father die!”

“I’m maybe powerful as the elder claimed I was, but I’m not omnipotent,” I stated, “Besides, I needed a lot of ingredients and materials to dissolve the curse from his body.” I was a traditional witch. “Those ingredients are not easy to find. I don’t even know if those things are available in this realm.”

“Name it!” Lila remarked, almost hysterically, “Name it, and I’ll get it for you!”

My eyes twinkled. I almost felt amused towards this old lady