Powerful witch

MARILYN

“Isn't this you?” the lady asked.

I took the painting from her and indeed, it was a painting of me.

“How did you get this?” I asked, wide-eyed.

The painting wasn't just any painting, it was a painting of when I was still in the sea.

I held the painting ever so dearly, as it reminded me of my life while in the sea. It reminded me of when I was able to move around without restriction. I sighed as memories of the past filled my mind. Balin held me as if he truly understood how I felt. I sighed and leaned into him.

“You are still the same,” the lady said.

I stared at her, wondering what she meant. She in return stared back at me, smiling. Seeing that she wasn't ready to talk, I took the initiative to question her,

“Have we met before? You talk as if you've met me somewhere before.

The lady smiled at me and came even closer to me. Balin took a protective stance and growled at her.

“I'm not here for you, murder. you think I will be afraid of you. My respect for you ended the day my