Twenty-one: Collier

"Kristaaaaa! Come back! Krista!"

"Enough Tristane!"

The forest no longer lay quiet, dawn was rising and the animals were waking. The lone peach tree hovered over the witches, the passage closed. Tristane's fists battled the sturdy trunk in total futility.

"Bring her back! Bring her back!"

Emma raised her hand and slapped her descendant. The sound was ear breaking. Tristane's face turned sideways, caught unprepared.

"Shut your yodelling. There's nothing you can do anymore. She chose him not you!"

"No, no..."

After using his magic several times in one night, his body has gone limp. He laid his head against the tree where the passage appeared awhile ago. When he stared at it the trunk it was just an ordinary trunk, part of the tree and nothing magical at all.

"She's gone. And even if you try to reopen the passage you can't. You're too weak, I've enclosed my own spell this time. They cannot reach out to anyone anymore."