my reality

tessa's POV

Here I am in a witches' lair listening to a story

But this story made me forget my woes for a while and I forgot whether I was kidnapped.

Listening to this woman was better than lying here all alone wondering why I was kidnapped and dealing with endless pain.

"Oh, you are so naive," she said, again, shaking her head with an indulgent smile.

I guess she thought that she was dealing with a fool.

"Yes. You see, when a witch is born in our coven, a candle is lit by her mother and placed in the great hall.

It is a special kind of candle made by the witch elders. The light stays on as long as the person is alive.

It changes colour depending on the situation the person is in.

For example, when one is sick, it turns dark, when one is in danger, it turns red, when one dies, it goes off," she explained and I thought that that was genius.

Wow!

"So, when her light went off a few days after the war ended, there were only two possibilities: one, she had died or two, she had tu