The witches and the werewolf were waiting for the spell to fade. The fact that Ariella had not killed them proved she was not that brutal after all but they were angry enough not to believe her yet she was not giving them any option. They were lying on the ground side by side, their hands and legs were tied with roots rendering them immobile. It was a good thing the intensity of the roots was reducing with time.
"You girls can't get us out of this mess?" Brenda asked.
"Not with our hands tied" said Debbie.
"So we are just going to sit here like this, forever?" She asked.
"We wait for the spell to fade and see what we can do" Lydia said.
"And how long will it take?"
Debbie looked at Lydia. They both had no idea it was just a theory they got from one of the numerous magic literature.
