The Northern Tower

The white witch in her incorporeal form slipped through the cracks of the sealed door leading into the northern wing. She moved as far as she could, moving into the high tower of the north wing of the castle.

Within the room the Ice Witch resumed her natural state. She leaned forward placing pressure on her chest. Blood flowed through the fingers of her chest.

With a slow breath she leaned back, wincing in pain as she froze the stab wound shut. The dark one's sword had just barely missed her heart.

Leaning forward once more in pain. Elyze slowed her breathing. Glancing around saw something, something that caused her eyes to widen in shock.