60 THE VIVID DREAMS!

SCARLET’S POV

The sky is gloomy and bellowing echoes in the air that even the lightning strikes like it’s punishing the grounds.

Then the thunder reverberated, shaking every nerve of the witches crying for help from Panacaea, the Goddess of healing.

The rain pours soaking every witch on the ground, gasping for air and a cyclone appeared in the White Wiccan Community taking everything as a huge vacuum.

“Scarlet... Scarlet...” I searched for her, I tried to open my vision as huge as I could.

“Grandma Vela?” she’s lying on the ground holding her chest, struggled to breathe.

I drop down on my knees and hold her hand, chanting the call for healing when suddenly, the cyclone is getting near and taking her, she’s flying in the air, “No, don’t let go! Grandma Vela, hold my hand tight.”