I was tied to a chair in a dark room, but I knew there were people looking at me. I kept my head raised high, my violet eyes glowing with fake confidence and true defiance. I heard the tap of heels and I knew by the steadiness and lightness of the taps that this person wasn’t particularly large nor built heavily in muscle mass either. Her strides were confident as if she had a bone to pick with me. Well, turns out she did.
Blond locks and green-gray eyes were the first thing to see. Her pale skin next, nearly reflecting the small white light they did have on me. She was dressed in all black except for her bracelet which was all red, the stone in the center glowing bright green as did her eyes once they met mine. Lime green flashed in front of her true eye color. A witch. That's what sh
