Chapter One hundred and Nineteen

Harlow's POV

"She was a friend, a daughter, a committed follower... and a sister. She was one willing to trade her life for the safety of her sisters" one of the witches who stood at the far end uttered those words.

We stood at the river bank, though not exactly close to where the waves and tides would push the waters to touch our feet. Dressed in black, I stood there, looking at the deep ground which was dug for Gwen's body, and I looked afar towards Gwen who laid there, lifeless.

The best I could remember, she was one of the liveliest people I ever met, a joyous soul with a touch of authority and bravery. But here we gathered, honoring the dead, about to put her body in the earth where she would become one with nature.

I fought back the tears that tried rolling down my eyes, and I wiped off my dripping nostrils, and sniffled hard at the pain her death had caused to us all.

"Find peace, sister," the lady uttered again.

I stood and watched as the other ladies walked towards where Gwen