**Voices of the Wind—J.T Peterson**
"What do you mean someone like me? Humans can't be turned to witches! The velth is not something that can be bought!" Ember screamed vehemently but Meredith didn't seem to be triggered in the least by her objections.
Instead she walked to Meley who was now chomping on the bones of the chicken, caressing her hair the way one would a child. Meley looked older—in her late thirties while Meredith looked to be in her late twenties, so the dynamic was truly strange.
"The Masters will soon be here so I suppose there's no harm in explaining some things to you. While we witches possess the Velth, there's something some humans possess in contrast that can be seen with the third eye; 'the golden aura'"
Ember stilled at that; she had once heard of the Golden Aura from her mother. In fact, it was nothing more than a research concept that suggested that humans who by some rare twist of fate possessed witch blood had a golden glowing aura around them.
