Nightingale's return

Everyone gathered to the tent of where the screams where taking place, Someone already informed Cara and Wendy so they were already on their way.

'It seemed that the one who're experiencing their day of awakening is Airy and Abby, a pair of twins born to an affluent family of Fallen Dragon Ridge, they're both cheerful girls. Although I say that we're neighbors, we still seldom talk to each other.

Cara arrived with Wendy, Cara lifted the cover of the tent and went inside with Wendy, we were forbidden to go inside as to not be discouraged when we will undergo the Day of our Awakening. After a few hour of passed, the screaming ceased then Cara and Wendy went out with gloomy faces. "They didn't survived their awakening, it seems like it was really hard for them to endure the bite." Cara said as the gloom in her face disappeared, and then she left without saying a word. Wendy stayed behind and dispersed the crowd. She went inside the tent again with her helpers and cleaned the inside of the room.

I also went back to my room after casting Wendy a last glance, the atmosphere of the camp was gloomy, no one was in the mood to chat and just went back to their respected areas and laid down. Five more days later, while I was practicing my sword I heard someone was having a conversation near the entrance of the camp. I went there to check who was talking in broad daylight even though someone just died five days ago.

'The guard was there and the other lady looks familiar, I tried to get closer and heard the guard said "Uh... ah, they were Airy and Abby. They died five days ago and didn't make it to adulthood," she said, forcing a smile. "This often happens, doesn't it? Don't say this. You can go to the camp. Wendy has been talking about you for a long time."

After hearing that Nightingale was going to Wendy, Chemi was immediately intrigued by this and went to follow Nightingale. Entering the camp, Nightingale saw a familiar figure squatting at the side of the campfire, handling the food. The other witches had not arrived yet. She could not help crying out. "Wendy, I'm back!"

Wendy was startled. She raised her head, revealing a smile with which Nightingale was familiar. "Veronica, welcome home."

"How many times have I told you that I'm no longer that cowardly little girl," said Nightingale, shaking her head with a smile. "I'm now a powerful witch, and Veronica has ceased to exist."

"Your history still belongs to you. To rid yourself of the bad nightmares of the past doesn't mean to sever the links," Wendy said softly, "Of course, it's OK as long as you like to do so. I've been waiting for your return. You have experienced a hard journey."

"Well." Nightingale stepped forward and hugged. "Thank you."

After a while, Wendy asked, "What happened to the girl? You couldn't save her?"

Speaking of this, Nightingale was suddenly excited. She grabbed Wendy's arm, and excitedly said, "No, she did not need me to save her. Instead, she saved all of us!" Then she recounted her experience in Border Town. "The lord, called Roland Wimbledon, is the fourth Prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle. He's willing to have us in his care. Besides, he promised that in the future he would let the witches in his territory live as free people."

'WHAT? I clearly heard that the witch that was captured was hanged the day before I escaped to the forest' Chime thought to herself and wondered why Nightingale was lying. Yet Wendy did not seem as thrilled as her. Instead, she asked suspiciously, "Did he really say that?"

"He did, and he had already saved Anna and Nana before I even got there. The prince has never believed that our power is given by demons. On the contrary, he said the power belonged to our own..." Nightingale stopped abruptly, realizing that they did not believe what she was saying.

Well, she thought, it was not Wendy's fault. Neither was she convinced of the subsequent new life by merely one witness. Long had they been bullied and oppressed during their journey from the Eastern Region to the Impassable Mountain Range. It was not rare for them to be sold and discarded, and with the bloody samples in front of them, they had long ago lost their trust in people.

She calmed down at the thought. Things had turned a little more complex than she had expected.

"Wendy, you know that my derivative skill, besides being able to see the flow of magic power, it enables me to tell if people are lying," Nightingale said seriously. "I asked him why he had risked so much for the sake of witches, and 'we don't care about what you're at Border Town' was the answer he gave to me. He hopes that all witches will have freedom."

"Wendy, you know that my derivative skill, besides being able to see the flow of magic power, it enables me to tell if people are lying," Nightingale said seriously. "I asked him why he had risked so much for the sake of witches, and 'we don't care about what you're at Border Town' was the answer he gave to me. He hopes that all witches will have freedom."

While they were having their own heated conversation Chime was already astonished to know Nightengale's derivative skill. 'She's a natural born investigator, I can almost imagine what will happen in her previous world if Nightengale is an interrogator.'

'She's like a walking lie detector.' Chime thought and promised to herself not to lie in front of Nightengale.

After they're conversation it's seems like they're going to go to Cara to convince her to go back with to border town.