17. The Witch
A low hum seemed to be coming from the single light. It seemed that even the little light emitted was too much of an effort.
I'd always come here in my dreams - it was the same yet different. The room I was in was empty except for a desk. Sometimes, I would be alone in this room, but today I was not. A cloaked figure stood over the desk, their back towards me. From where I stood, I could not tell whether the figure was male or female. I couldn't make out the symbols on the cloak either. I wanted to take steps closer but was rooted to the spot.
The figure turned, it's face flickering, changing, faces of creatures and humans.
Its eyes searched the room. I thought myself invisible as the eyes ignored me. "Shantah nusj."
I have found it at last. The words are translated in my mind. A murky green glow was given off by one of the vials on the desk, brighter and brighter by the second. There was a smash. The body lay on the floor, the faces of the glamour flickering.
A bright light flared in my eyes.
"You are under arrest under suspicion of being a member of the group known as the Telham Witches. The punishment, if found guilty, is execution."