Revelations

The witch laughed, throwing her head back. "You are so foolish. You think that they are still alive?" 

Anastasia's lips curled up. She moved her hands in front of her face. As she moved her hands, her wrists burned, but she endured the pain and showed her the Evindal ring she was wearing in her finger. The ring started to glow even in the dim candle light. "This is the Evindal ring—a brand of our marriage. I trust the glow of this ring more than trusting you… at least!" 

"Fuck you!" She shrieked. "Fuckity, fuckity, fuck!" She exploded into black shadows and materialized right in front of Anastasia. She picked up her finger and glared at the ring. 

Anastasia remembered this curse. It was the curse of the spirit that had attacked her two days back when she was returning from the market square of Silver Vales. A feeling of heaviness expanded to her core and her mind became dizzy. Was this witch behind that attack? Oh god.