Chapter 47: Brown Robed Witches
"What about me, then? I’m not like them. I’m not chosen or anything," Jaenor said.
Morgana looked at him. "I know. And you are far more critical than these three. I can’t recklessly leave you anywhere. Just a glance at you, Katerine had gotten suspicious."
Darian was thinking it was too much of a gamble, keeping Jaenor with her. If she sent him somewhere far from these witches, it will be good for the boy and herself.
Although she wasn’t showing it, he could tell that she was tense and anxious with the whole bunch of witches around them.
He hadn’t seen her like that since he met her. She acted impulsively and fought with Katerina.
Until yesterday, she was all alone in this world, treated with contempt by her own sisters. Seeing Jaenor may have lit something in her. She may not show it, but Darian could tell that she was happy inside, seeing her own blood, her only family.
Jaenor felt a mixture of hope and worry. The idea of powerful protection was appealing, but the thought of walking into a place full of witches made his stomach clench with disapproval.
"How far is this Spire?" he asked.
"Several days’ journey south," Morgana replied. "But first, we need to get through this area safely. Elizabeth told me why their coven is here."
She looked around at their concerned faces. "There’s a Goblins tribe in these woods that’s been causing trouble. The Witch Council ordered both the Ladrealla and Emerald Willow covens to deal with the problem. That’s why they’re not leaving immediately."
As if summoned by her words, the sound of approaching footsteps came from the darkness. But these weren’t the silent steps of the Ladrealla witches. These footsteps were accompanied by the jingle of metal ornaments and the soft sound of many voices talking quietly.
"Speaking of the Emerald Willow Covenant," Morgana said, standing up. "It sounds like they’ve arrived."