The Eye of Time

After the glitters of lights in the back yard went out, Roland met the witch Wendy had mentioned in her report.

She looked pretty young and extremely thin, around 16 to 17 years old at most. Apparently, she did not eat well. Although she had already taken a shower, her tawny hair was straggly and unkempt. What caught Roland's attention was the black eye mask over her face. Although she had already put on a new one, the eye mask did not really sit well on her face.

"Your Majesty, this is Momo," Wendy introduced.

Wendy's words jerked the girl out of the trance, who scrambled to kneel down and bowed even lower. "Your, Your Majesty..."

"Please help her up," Roland said as he put down the drawing and said mildly, "Don't be nervous. It's not a formal meeting or anything. I just want to see your ability."

Momo looked frightened as she straightened up. "Your Majesty... I'm afraid..."