Chapter Twelve: A painful past

The Queen of Magic stood in her palace, looking outside, and in her hand was a picture of a girl with hair as black as night. She felt her heart tearing when she remembered how she had sacrificed her only daughter, for an unworthy person.

flash back

When The leader magician of Attaros lifted the veil from his head, after Edith dealt him a fatal blow, intending to end him, she was frozen in place when she saw his identity, It was her husband, the person wearing the mask

In blackness, which the black magic wizards at the top of the mountain were waiting for his arrival, to meet with them.

She stood staring at him, breathing quickly and deeply, with her eyes on her husband, whose she saw his head separated from his body with her own eyes. She buried his body with her hand. Worst of all, she sacrificed her daughter to avenge him. She approached him weakly, with almost drunken steps, looking at him in shock. It terrified Her body

“How...how are you still alive?”

With heavy breaths,