Witches (The Council)

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered as he hugged me closer to him. His forehead touched mine, and his eyes closed. I could feel a tickling sensation from my nose. Something smelled like copper, which probably meant my nose was bleeding… And I could smell him. He smelled like spices, and earth, a faint smell of wood smoke too, and a sweet smell I couldn’t place, almost like berries, but dark berries. I gritted my teeth as my head started to pound. I lifted one hand to my head, trying to quell the pain. I saw images of grassy lands, flowers dancing in the wind, and his back to me. Him reaching his hand out to me… I groaned in pain as my head snapped back, trying to get away from the agony, making my already sore neck scream in protest. “I’m so sorry.” I heard him say again through the ringing in my ears. Suddenly, a lull fell over me. My head went quiet and my limbs felt heavy. I opened my eyes and saw his expression. He was so sad. I didn’t want him to be sad. I reached my hand back to his face, his name scratching towards the surface of my mind. “Thyrion…” I breathed, but before my fingers could touch his face, blackness filled my vision and my limbs simply stopped working. ---------------------------- Merianna had just officially made the Order her home along with her sister Nelia. Discoveries about hidden plans and dark workings were revealed as the mastermind was unveiled to be the Ex-Head of the Witch Council, Dermon, who had devoted himself to taboo magic. Merianna also uncovered surprising facts about herself during these events. Which made perfect sense as to why Dermon would undoubtedly want to get his hands on her. But apparently Dermon had something even worse planned than any of them could ever imagine. Could there be hidden answers in the forbidden taboo archives of The Witch Council? Or will Dermon's main goal only be revealed once it's too late?