Young Master Damien's Pet

The blood down from the knife Helen held in her hand. Some spots of blood that had fallen on her dainty looking floral dress that had meant to dither a person from the evil person she was. Penny could feel her head-turning faint as time pa.s.sed by. The people who had been tied on either side of her had been alive two minutes ago and now they were dead with blood still falling one drop after another on the dark muddy ground.

Heat! That was right, thought Penny to herself. She had had to blow the light into a fire to let her hands and legs free from the bounds but she barely had any time right now.

Helen was taking her own sweet time as if she wanted Penny to feel the fear coursing through her veins and Penny knew that, and this also meant Helen's play was giving her the spare seconds of time.

Penny could feel the heat burning on her skin as she used the spells that were etched into her skin. The light because of the fire everywhere was so much that no one noticed the little ball of heat that was behind Penny.

And even though the black witches didn't bother about the trees catching fire, far away in a town, a man had gone to fix the tower bell when he caught sight of the fire in the forest that was blazing brightly in the dark forest, worried that it was the lightning that had caused it, he quickly stepped down from the tall ladder to go running to the magistrate's office to let someone know what he saw.

"Any last wish, slave?" Helen asked her. Her smile was so wide that it could have halved the witches' face. historical

Penny felt the rope loosen, her hands moving slowly as she pulled the knife that was there and she tried to slice Helen's neck but the witch moved with a surprised look.

"You have tricks up your sleeve. Where did you learn it?" Helen asked and the other two witches who were telling the spells, one of them came to attack Penny and she kicked the witch right at her face.

Before the witch could do anything, Penny first threw the capsules at the black witch who came to attack her and she then used the needles that she had created.

The other witcher came in, a male who was stronger than Penny and she was thrown on the ground right away. Helen didn't want to lose this opportunity as it had taken a lot of planning to finally have the ritual brought to this stage. Picking up her knife, she was ready to throw it right at Penelope for a kill and suddenly out of nowhere, the ground beneath her shook and she fell down feeling the surface being pulled below her feet.

The land around her continued to shake and pull that had the girl running away from it not knowing what was going on. Helen caught the white witch whom she had injured previously. She was using her elemental ability to attack her. Helen was one of those unfortunate souls who had no elemental ability as the element had refused to bestow its power on her.

Helen used her knife that was aimed at Sister Jera and all the white witch was supposed to do was raise the land to stop the knife before it could reach her.

Penny successfully stuck the needle into the witcher's body who had caught hold of her neck, fighting off each other to finally have the man loosen his grip or rather turn into dust, creating a chain reaction on and in his body to finally have his clothes that he wore fall at her feet.

The last one standing thought Penny to herself.

She turned her head to look at Helen who was h.e.l.l-bent on trying to get a kill at Sister Jera who was getting stopped by the mud and land beneath her. Pulling the knife from her boot, she aimed at Helen before throwing it and Helen caught it with ease.

Instead, the girl threw it back at Penny where Penny had to dodge it quickly so that it wouldn't hit her. She threw the little capsules one after another but Helen was fast enough to come at her even with the dress that she wore.

Both the white witches knives clashed against each other, the metal clanking one after another, trying to get at each other's throat with no mercy. Helen then blew something into Penny's face that had Penny stumbled behind and fell down, rubbing her eyes through her sleeves and hands to remove the dust that had got in.

What Helen had blown was a poison to turn a person blind.

"It was a good fight, slave," Helen said looking down at Penny, "Once you are gone not only will Damien be mine but the lock to the black magic will be opened again. I will make sure your mother hears the praise for her dead daughter," the girl came close enough to slice Penelope's throat when the green eyes that were covered in dirt cleared instantly and Penny swiped her hand across Helen's neck for the girl to stare at her for two seconds and a thin red line formed on her neck.

Before Helen could fall on her knees, Penelope rolled away and stood up to see Helen's hands reach her neck in realization. The girl looked at her hand to see the blood but it wasn't too much of drawn blood. Helen's eyes fell on Penelope's hand that held the silver-colored needle.

"Goodbye, Helen," Penny said to the girl.

Helen's hand started to evaporate with the wind that breezed through the forest. The dust moving along with the wind as her fingers disappeared and then her hand to finally reach her entire body while she held a disbelieving look on her face.

Soon little drops of rain started to fall from the sky, was.h.i.+ng the dust of the witches from the ground.