460 The War (18)

Ziu glanced upwards at the white witch who had grasped the broom as though her life depended on it. His mouth pursed and his eyes were fixed on her. Soon the object of his confusion became a tiny speck and then disappeared into the darkness of the night. He blinked his eyes to refocus. Just a while back he thought that he was about to capture the Queen of the Wizard Kingdom and the woman. He speculated that he was so near to his victory. He was longing for this juncture in his life. But the one who literally sped away in front of him was not even her. She was the legendary Enya – the white witch of the North Realms. He was confused. It was a real slap in the face.