The little witch summoned courage and came out of her hiding spot. She stood before Derek, her body trembling slightly, yet she tried to act brave.
Derek's eyes scanned the little girl. Not only did she look starved, her clothes looked nothing short of rags and her skin a bit dirty.
But even with this, her silver hair seemed to sparkle and her brown eyes, sharp. She looked clean to him! Clean and pure! She was really one of a kind.
"To think the day would come when I get to see such brave action from a weak little thing." Derek snickered.
He sat up and faced this little girl who was trying her absolute best not to scream and cry.
"I don't get it." He said and she looked him in the eye.
"E... excuse me?" She stuttered.
"Why, with your pathetic appearance, do you look so... clean?" He asked which confused the little girl. It was clear that she was dirty. "Did you perhaps cast a spell on me? I heard silver witches are very powerful."