She quickly walked forward, looking at the flasks to notice so of the flasks were indeed missing. Her feet made out of the room, almost bolting from there to tell,
"I think there is sothing or soone in there," her voice ca out to be nervous. The n's eyebrows furrowed and they went back in to look at the room to find nothing.
"What did you see?" asked Damien.
Penny's eyes were still trying to search the person when she said, "Soone with a cloak. Really old and ragged but it wasn't clear because I only saw the reflection by the ti I had turned whoever it was had moved away from the spot."
"Doesn't look like anybody broke into the mansion and in here. There are only a few who know about it. Four in this room and the next one being Martin," Lord Alexander frowned, his eyes searching like the rest of them, "I don't think it would be a black witch. Witches cannot enter unless they are invited and the invitation cannot co from a servant."
"The person who ca in took so of the flasks from here."
"The potions?" Alexander narrowed his eyes.
"The ones which Isaiah and I worked on."
Alexander walked towards the potions, looking at each and every one of them, "Looks like the person was interested only in the healing potion and not in any other potion that is in here," he turned to look at the black witch, asking, "Do you know any spell to know if it is a ghost?"
The black witch blinked his eyes a couple of tis. Ghosts?
"But even if it is a ghost, why would a ghost pick only the potions which relate to the healing. Doesn't one need the spells and skill to perform it?"
Not knowing who else it could be or what Penny had seen, they left the room before locking it with a lock so that no one could enter it. In the anti, Lord Alexander had asked the servants to search the entire mansion to make sure there was no intruder.
But what they didn't know was that the person that had entered the mansion was long gone with the healing potion that was created by Penny and the black witch.
More than two to three hours pa.s.sed before it was stated that there was no one in the mansion. The only proof was the missing the flasks, if not Penny was sure she would have considered it to be another part of her imagination.
The ti of night arrived and everyone went back to their rooms. The candle lights in the room had been blown away and the fireplace which was beginning to end after burning brightly. Penny slept on the bed with Damien when she heard a simring sound that reached her ear.
Opening her eyes, her eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room.
She wondered what the sound was as it was still being picked by her ears. She sat up on the bed and because of her movents, Damien's eyes snapped open. Seeing her sit like that for a good two minutes, he joined her,
"What's the matter?"
"Um, can you hear sothing in the air?" she whispered to him.
Damien said, "Rustling of the leaves far in the forest and so that are in the mansion," seeing the worried look on her face, he asked her, "What do you hear?"
"It is sothing more like a whistling sound but very soft like a whisper. It is increasing," she notified him, moving the blanket away and getting down from the bed.
Before her feet could move towards the balcony of the room, a woman in white entered through the open doors letting the person walk in. It was hard to call the person white as it was more on being a crystallized gla.s.s woman who was colorless like water which moved as if it were flowing down her body without splas.h.i. ng the water away.
Before Penny could react to the elental bearer, an expression of annoyance appeared on the woman's face,
"You again."
Damien who was behind her comnted, "Ghosts do exist," this appeared to irk the elental bearer even more than seeing Penny.
"I am not a ghost, I am an elental bearer," the woman clarified. The woman turned to Penny to say, "I am not your elent bearer. Haven't I told you that the last ti we t."
"I got the ritual done again and it points to you. If you weren't my bearer then you wouldn't have co seeking out for ."
"I am sorry to say this but there must be so sort of miscommunication. To think I had to travel from one land to another," said the woman, her hair sparkling due to the little light which emitted from the fireplace, "You should get a new person to get the ritual."
"I did," Penny muttered under her breath. She didn't know what they were doing wrong.
"Ghost lady," Damien called to get the attention of the elental bearer, "Why don't you give her the power that you have? You will have to keep visiting her every day if the ritual is perford over and over again.
"It's Seira," she corrected him, "I cannot do that. The laws that are enforced by the other land cannot be changed. If you aren't a bearer then you cannot use it. Giving her the power will not only corrupt her but will also destroy . We have laws to keep."
"Corrupt?" Damien asked her.
"Yes, it will infect her heart and she will turn to one of the things she is not right now," the elental bearer nad, Seira answered him, "I hope you find a better black witch to perform the ritual next ti," not wanting to spend more ti here, the lady turned her back to hear Damien ask her,
"This land you spoke of, do you know where it cos in the four lands?"
The woman didn't turn around, she only turned her face to the side, "We do not speak of it," and in a blink of an eye she disappeared in front of them.
"Was she like this last ti too?" he asked Penny.
Penny sighed, "Sothing like that."
"We should definitely have the ritual run tomorrow again," said Damien with a grin on his face.
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