**Wildfire—Audiomachine**
Ember was dragged into a worn out carriage that barreled down through a rough, rocky road. At every instance, she was thrown off slightly from the carriage. Yet the witch that sat across her remained ever unperturbed as she admired the token the Ravaryn prince had gifted her.
"You seem very happy." Ember said to her because she needed to say something even though she was being escorted to the slaughter house.
The woman smiled hideously. "Do not be too sad. I sense you will be very powerful and you will thank me all the more for that given the troubled times we find ourselves in."
Ember glared at her. "A witch is colluding with a Human. At the very least you should be ashamed." She spat. It was a known fact after all that while the witches of Mastic were of far lower numbers than Humans, they still held onto their pride at the very least.
