Chapter 11: Family Issues

Finding the Witch at the center of another confrontation, Allen looked on in fascination.

The first he had seen of her since entering the Alliance, her appearance was even more striking than recalled. The Witch’s long white hair, tussled by the night breeze, was messily scattered over her shoulders. Cascading all the way down to her waist it caught the soft morning light as it filtered through the tall windows. Her impassive expression remaining unchanged. The natural slant of her eyes and curved lips lending themselves to the constant suggestion of her cunning nature. Allen, although prejudice towards her, thought the Witch seemed less callous than before as she stood calmly facing them. 

Back turned toward her aggressor. She refused to regard an angry young man. A cautious distance, they were separated by almost 20-feet in the narrow corridor. The floors checked with large slabs of black and white marble. Scorched and cracked, they already bore evidence of