Cyrus

I was on my way to get the information about Princess Arianna.

It had taken Kalo a whole day to arrange a meeting time with the wishper's men.

It had given me time to make some strategies to find the shadow. The final key is Princess Arianna. I need to find out why he was searching for her.

And what is going on?

I stopped when my attention was caught by a figure running in around the statue of an angel that stood on the lawn.

My surroundings faded as my eyes fixed on her.

It was the little witch. She was chasing a black cat, her eyes narrowed in anger, her face pouty with rage as she tried to catch the cat running away frighted for his life.

I stood transfixed watching her, her raven black hair flew in the wind as she ran.

A small smile pulled at my lips, as I observed her graceful movements, her slender figure cutting through the air. I wondered why she didn't employ her magical abilities to catch the cat effortlessly.

After all, she was a witch, and such a task should be child's play for her. But there she was, chasing the feline with pure determination and a hint of frustration.

The cat stopped for a moment, its eyes searching for a place to hide from her, when it saw me its eyes widened then it started running towards me.

As the black cat sought refuge behind me, I couldn't help but be amused by the scene. I turned to find it peeking from behind me.

It seemed as though the cat had found solace in my presence, seeking protection from the wrath of the passionate witch.

Thea followed without noticing me, her eyes fixed on the target.

I wonder What the small creature has done to her?

"Do you think you can get away from me? After what you said. You are done." she shouted at the cat.

my eyes widened, the cat said something to her.

Then I realized, It must be her familiar.

All the witches and wizards have familiars.

is she fighting with her familiar? I sighed. She might be the first witch who is fighting with her familiar.

Thea skidded to a halt, her gaze locked on me. Surprise and embarrassment washed over her face, her cheeks turning a rosy shade.

her eyes widened, her mouth falling open.

I was surprised by her reaction; this is the first time I was seeing her flustered.

For a moment I was worried that she might have a fever.

"I wasn't watching." she stuttered.

What is she talking about?

Then she turned and ran away from me.

I couldn't help but be captivated by her bashful reaction.

Left standing alone, I glanced down at the black cat, who seemed unfazed by the encounter. The feline nuzzled against my leg, seeking comfort and reassurance.

I couldn't resist the urge to reach down and stroke the cat gently, my fingers gliding through its silky fur.

"What did you say to make her so mad?" I mused a hint of amusement in my voice. The cat purred in response; its eyes gleaming with mischief.