#Chapter 119: What Has Been Lost

Olivia The witch’s hut was an enigma in and of itself. Nestled amidst thickets of age-old trees, it felt both inviting and ominous. The cracked voice of the old woman and her single, milky eye that peered out from behind her mop of gray hair were equally as ominous. “I’ve been expecting you,” she said. She opened the door a little wider. Casting a nervous glance at one another, Nathan and I stepped inside. The dim lighting cast an ethereal glow, which shimmered against the dense canopy of dried herbs and trinkets hanging overhead. The atmosphere was thick, punctuated by the burning incense and an underlying note of aged wood. The aroma of burning sage and other unknown herbs wafted through the air, slightly dizzying yet rejuvenating all at the same time. Despite its unassuming appearance, the hut emanated a power that was palpable. The witch, a woman with a weathered face, her silver hair braided intricately and adorned with gemstones, looked up from where