The Sentinels the one that fathers the witch

We have not seen her, the old one responded, his sharp eyes upon the father of the one witch that they knew. Though if she had any power, we would share with her our knowledge. It is for all born witches to know, though only the strongest can work the witches magic they wield! They would see it again, they would! For in the many witches they taught, so few could do though they knew the power to be within their selected apprentice. Perhaps it was dormant in those that they had discovered. It was certainly not the place. But he felt great magic at work here; and Taltos, this Taltos, had not even bat a lash! He knew he had a witch, believed that he might have two! A miracle, indeed! But there had been a shortage, and it was said for every death... and the timing was right, was it not? Far from here, the owl spoke. We would have remained, were it not for The Great Destroyer. He had come, as foretold, and devoured all in His path. We knew, we sought to warn all we could, but the Gods were cruel that eve, and told us too late. But that was the nature of the Gods, sometimes, and they understood it, having seen death permitted by them hundreds of times before. But to see the forest they so adored fall! To hear it scream! And that they still live... Well, now, they could understand their purpose. Their forest lived after all, and grew green and rich and vibrant within the pale witch.