The Witching Hour

It hadn't always just been her. Back in the past, it had been the three of them, ruling Charn side by side. Lilith, her mother, she and her sister. The three witches, tall, proud and beautiful. But times had changed, their kingdom had fallen, and now Jadis found herself ruling a land she loathed and despised. Though her prophecy was coming true, she found no pleasure in knowing it, especially when wherever she went the …

…word was whispered, and everything went black. And like the fall of her mother and sister, Jadis had been moulded into her own destiny. The witching hour struck and Jadis bolted up, wide awake. Would she forever be tormented with her violent past? The last time she cried had been at the death of her mother, but sometimes, when she woke up from her haunting dreams, she could retrace the path of a frozen tear.