The Red Woman Can Teach

Elizabeth

Diego safely returned me to my house. Currently, I am lying down on my bed while staring at the ceiling. Silence prevailed inside my room and many thoughts and voices are in my mind.

“I am more powerful than I think of myself,” I mumbled out of my breath. “What does he mean? What did you mean, Diego?”

Witches are powerful. They are powerful among the other creatures in this world. And Diego completely believes that I can do more than my healing powers. I wonder how I can activate that.

It triggered me to roust off the bed and stand up. I wonder where I last put the book of spells that was owned by my mother. The last thing I remember is that I was hastily stashing it inside her dark room because I was so afraid of the villagers that visited me on that day I summoned the red lady.

But right now, I will not embrace my fear. I will conquer it so I would know my strengths and weaknesses… now that I am acknowledging the fact that I am a witch.

I lit up the candle lamp in my