Corrupted Witch

After sharing a warm dinner in the comfort of our camp, we sat on the wooden logs that Eamon had placed around the light. Levi transferred more mana into it, prolonging its life.

I sat beside Vernon, anxious to tell him of our discovery. Levi sat himself beside Eamon who remained quiet as he usually does. How unusual to see a Knight not obsessing over his sword, sharpening it every minute. Eamon is indeed something else—sorely capricious.

Over the silence and the chattering of the bugs, Levi spoke. "This forest had its stories, legends, myths, and of course, an origin. May I assume that not all of you are conscious about this fact?"

Levi remained staring into the light that hovered slightly from the ground of the forest. I stared at Eamon, waiting for his reaction, but my anticipation was met with disappointment. On the other hand, his lack of response could mean something else. I'll keep watch.