It’s the next day, now I’m strolling at a nearby mall to check their boutiques here. I’m at the second floor of the four-story building, when suddenly, a commotion happened at the base floor. It can be seen from this floor because at the center of the mall is an opening, the sides are barricaded by glass panes to avoid any accidents. From this height, I can clearly see a man dressed in jeans and a faded shirt with a gun in hand, and a woman in the other, taking her as hostage. He points the gun to the woman’s temple and to anyone from the crowd who moves. He’s obviously had a bit too much to drink since he looks on edge and tensed. The woman also looks frightened for her life. I didn’t want to interfere, because I’m hoping others will and only those with a brave heart will. Some were trying to call the police, but I’m sure that with the traffic of this city, they’ll be here in five minutes or more. A few moments

I knocked on Master Zorylle’s office. I just settled in his house, I checked out of the hotel and brought my suitcase here. I twisted the silver doorknob of his office and peeked inside. He’s sitting in a wooden office chair, behind his wide mahogany table.He raised his gaze from the papers on his table to me.“May I come in?”He nodded and motioned to the couch in front of his table. I quietly sat down and sighed.“Thank you for letting me stay,” I started, “and thank you for choosing to help me.”He chuckled. “If I know I can do it, I will. You don’t have to thank me, child.”“But still, you’re allocating your time for this. It means a lot.”He leaned back on his chair. “No worries. I’m sure you still have other things you want to say.”I knew he would say that.“It’s about my Mom. Can you tell me more about her?”

"Finally, home sweet home," Eve mumbled and plopped herself down on the couch as soon as we got back to the mansion.We were greeted by Master Zorylle on the grand staircase, when his gaze fell to Doreen. His brows rose a bit."A new guest?" He smiled at Doreen who's busy roaming her eyes around the mansion."She's a new friend we met in the church," I explained and took her in front of Master Zorylle. The others went on their own ways and actually left me to explain Doreen's situation."I'm Doreen, I practice a variety of dark magic but I favor Demonic more than the others," Doreen introduced herself and offered a hand.Master Zorylle looked shocked with what kind of witch we brought but nevertheless, smiled and accepted her hand."Well, hello there. I'm Zorylle but my apprentices here call me Master Zorylle." He looked at us."How did it go?" He asked and looked a

The counselor plainly stood up from his seat as a short wooden staff appeared from his cloak. It has a glowing gem on top, inside was what looked like magical dusts—or were those the witches' souls? No, it can't be. Is he that powerful that he can store souls in what looked like his talisman?