Tempest
Grandma Marin and the rest of us watched as the crystal-like tree started to slip under the earth with all the Nightshade Coven members inside it. They were screaming, crying and clamoring.
I sighed when they were finally swallowed whole by the earth. My clouded breath fogged in front of my face.
Their traces were gone. The sleet started to cease from falling, as though a sign that everything was now over.
“How did you know what I meant, Grandma?” I asked her, looking at her face.
“What? About the tree?”
I nodded.
“I remember when you said you don’t like the noise when you were young.”
My lips curved up into a smile. “You used to say ‘Who’s noisy and I’ll turn him or her into a tree?’ So
