"Witches"
What comes to your mind when you think of witches? Kind, nature-connected women who protect balance, or evil beings with pentagrams and inverted crosses? I was leaning on the latter.
First came the chanting, soft at first, but as they appeared from in between the trees, it grew louder and louder. And then it felt like they were screaming, and it was the force of their screams that had me pinned down to the floor, cowering and shaking under that invisible force that only grew stronger and stronger as more veiled figures manifested.
It was like being in a horror movie. The big, comforting light of the bonfires had been extinguished, and in its place only remained ashes and smoke. The only light came from the candles they were holding with their darkened fingers. They were wearing black veils, covering their faces, and were dressed in long robes.
"Shadow-touched," Violette whispered, and I had to resist the urge to ask.
