Phoenix Maplewood What if the witches wrote the book

Traces of hurt were clear in her eyes, something that the pale fellow deserved. Yet her words spoke a different story; one of forgiveness and of friendship, to his ears at least. She went on to question him about his decisions, why Heda's kingdom when surely there were others out there that he could've turned to. "I keep true to my word," he began, finding himself backing up his exchange with Thuringwethil. "And I fear for my life if I don't. From what I've gathered, her empire is strong. She could offer protection for me and a safe haven to base myself." The second sentence was perhaps was a little far fetched, yet who knew what the dark ruler would do if she found he was bypassing her instructions. Probably not much to a loner like him, yet one should never be so certain. "The northern grounds also remind me strangely of my homeland," he finished with a slight twitch of his tail. "But that doesn't mean to say I couldn't visit other places from time to time."