The confidence in which she spoke amused the terrified Merlisa.
She stared at the back of the haggard-looking girl walking away to face a dangerous witch all alone and wondered, What is she?
The lively streets Neera had passed earlier that afternoon were completely deserted now.
The vibrant hum of the marketplace, once filled with voices haggling and merchants advertising their wares, had been replaced by an eerie silence.
Even the wind seemed to hold its breath, as if the town itself cowered in fear.
The cobblestones of the old market street lie uneven and cracked, their surface worn smooth by countless footsteps from a time when it thrived with life.
Just hours ago, this street had been a vibrant hub of activity, bustling with merchants showcasing colorful wares and townsfolk haggling over prices.
It saddened her.
Spices mingled with the scent of freshly baked bread, and the cheerful clatter of hooves and wheels created a lively symphony.
