Chapter 46: The crown

A black cloak sweeps across the dried ruffled leafs that were scattered across the floor by the wind. Their was a slight echo of wind and the cold chill of it causing goosebumps on Davina's face. Nocturne birds cried while the the moon casted it's bright colour against the dark woods.

"Give me back my crown." Davina said sorrowfully in a low voice as she dragged her feet further into the woods. She felt void of the elders presence and it only meant that the powerful aura around her was lost and anyone could notice the difference if not too obvious.

She sighed, her head tilting in the direction of crackling woods. She began walking towards the direction, she had been threading these woods looking for Muriel, she was weak, hungry and thirsty. "Goodness!" She muttered once her eyes caught sight of the burning wood which she presumed was the fire made by Muriel.

"Muriel...." She called in a low voice but got no reply, she repeated her name again but when she got no answer she dragged her