Chapter 297: Kindest and Wisest (2)
"Kindest...Wisest..."
The Diary almost dropped out of his hand as Hex whispered the words. His blank stare enhanced the disbelief on his face. Those were not words he associated with the one he believed the Saint referred to.
"Are you talking about...?"
The Witch?
The Saint completed the sentence before Hex could. Hex realized that he never paid attention to the Witch’s real identity. Her name, her real name, never came up during conversations. She was known as the Witch – a name that terrified friend and foe alike.
She is, no was, known as the Witch to the world. Over the years I have heard her being called by many names. But to me, she will always be the little girl, called Medina.
"Medina?" Hex whispered. The name seemed different from the type of names he was familiar with. Then again, Hex hadn’t seen much of the world yet. His experiences in Edune opened his eyes to the differences between people across borders.
Hex had planned to read the Diary, but he put it away. He could always read but the chance to converse with a Saint wasn’t an everyday occurrence. Even better, the Saint seemed to be willing to talk about the Witch. Hex believed he might learn more by listening to the Saint.
At the same time, he used this chance to observe the Saint. He hadn’t dared to act brazen around Him. Contrary to what many believed, Hex didn’t like to court his death.
The body of the Saint resembled the pictures he saw in his childhood books. The wrinkled skin, the hard shell on the back, and the four legs moving slowly. He was fairly certain that the ones in the book lacked the blue glow in their eyes and the swirling golden light along their bodies. But he could be mistaken. It had been years since he saw a turtle, drawn or otherwise.