Young Master Damien's Pet

SIster Jera continued to use her ability where the water spread from one tree after another, the leaves of it shaking before it moved to another and the action took place like water being rippled from one side of the river to be spread to create a motion that didn't stop.

Like the young witch had informed her, it would take time and they waited for it to complete which went from seconds to minutes and then moving to hours. Penny sat with the girl, watching her continue to perform the favor Penny had asked her. Penny knew it would take more than hours and she only hoped by the end of the evening they could finish what they had come to do here.

What Penny was doing right now was spreading the potion she had created that would touch every part of the trees in the four lands so that the black witch who would never come to make use of it.

Before the sun started to set behind the clouds, Sister Jera said, "It is done," she moved her hands away from the ground and stood up to stretch her arms and legs as she had been sitting in one position for far too long.

"Thank you for your help, Jera," Penny thanked her. If it weren't for Jera, she would never be able to spread the potion to all the lands. Now it was only time to wait and see if it worked. Curious about something she asked the girl, "You didn't have the elemental ability before. When did you find it?"

The girl smiled, "It was after I overheard you and father Antonio speak about your elemental abilities. I was curious and went to the black market to search for a black witch who would be willing to summon the element bearer. Did you meet your element bearer, Lady Penelope?"

"No, not yet but it should be soon," it was the wind bearer who she was supposed to catch hold of. The girl didn't comment on anything on it and gave her a simple nod.

Penny then said, "Let me take you back to the church. Damien must already be there," and they left the land, traveling back to the church, "Make sure you eat well and sleep too. I heard you have been staying up until three in the morning. One needs rest."

"I will keep that in mind," before Sister Jera left, a surprised expression fell on her face and she stopped to pull out the capsules, "You can use these for now. I will prepare some more again."

"Thank you for your help today, Jera," Penny thanked her again to receive a bright smile from the girl, she bowed her head and walked through the door that was there at the side of the chapel. Seeing the girl disappear, Penny readied herself to leave when her eyes met Father Antonio's eyes. She bowed her head at him.

"Damien hasn't arrived yet," Father Antonio informed her.

"I see," Penny responded back to take a seat in the third row. Leaning back she sat looking at the chapel and when she noticed there was no one around, her gaze fell on the white witcher who was lighting the candles, "Has there been any news about the black witches here or witch hunters?" she said, trying to make a conversation which was useful.

"White witches...there have been many who keep roaming around. One the witch hunter killed a white witch that led to a little ruckus. Didn't you hear about it from Damien?" Father Antonio asked he had turned to answer her. She shook her head to his question.

"Was it just a kill?"

"It was always a kill to reduce the number of witches who roam around but with what I heard, the witch was killed for no apparent reason who was working in and for the church," said the man, turning again to continue his work but he didn't stop talking, "There is a conflict rising. The council might turn a blind eye over it, waiting for the witches to cut each other's throat that would reduce the need to watch over us but witches who had been hanging on a thin thread have fallen on one of the sides. You must already be aware of the massacre taking place and why it is going on," this time she nodded her head.

It was to unbind the magic.

"How did the white witches bind and lock away the magic?" She had read through Lady Isabelle's books and also the books that were in here but not even one spoke of how they had done it.

"I don't know about that. We only know what was told to us by our people and the elders where most have passed away. My knowledge with it is limited," Father Antonio replied to her question, "But it does make me wonder," said the man that piqued Penny's interest quickly as she leaned her body forward. The man turned to face her again, the candle in his hand still burning when his eyes looked around to make sure there was no one here to listen to him, "If the key to the unbind is the same as the key to bind."

Did he mean to say the locking and unlocking had the same procedure which was why it was not written? They had found a list that the black witches had to do but it was to get to the main event so that they could use the spells to unlock the magic.

"And no one knows about it."

"That is what we know so far. The first generation witches left nothing behind for us. Burning the most important information to ash so that it would never be misused," he stated which she understood. The only remaining existence were the books that were in Quinn's mansion. They had already burnt the book that held moon signs and in time they would need to burn the other books so that it would never end up in anyone's hands.

It made her wonder where the last book was, the book of Garlic that appeared to be lost.

Hearing the sound of the carriage outside, Penny guessed it was Damien who had come to pick her up as he did always but when she stood up and turned around, she noticed it wasn't Damien but councilwomen Eveyln who had appeared at the door of the church.