98. Emilia's stone shines...

It's been exactly a week since that awful incident happened, but neither had it stopped happening nor had the memory of the first time left Alice's head. It was as though something punched the repeat button on her brain remote control so that only that dreadful event played on her mind.

Alice was only ten when her mother died mysteriously. At that time, the black witch Sabrina, the ruler of the black witch realm. In a quest to assume all the powers of the witch's clan, she killed Hellen, Alice's mother, —the head of the white witches. Before then, the coexistence that ensued between the black and white at that time was strict because of some restrictions, rules, and regulations that governed them all. However, the event of eight years ago scrambled out any semblance of peaceful co-existence between the two clans.

It was a cold night seven days ago. Alice was in the woods gathering herbs for her father when she felt her pulse quicken, almost like she could hear the snapping and buckl