Ylva closes her eyes desperately waiting for a miracle to happen. Her friend Natti, a witch she had known for about ten years now, was whispering latin words rapidly as she moved her hands over a lit candle.
Suddenly a gush of cold air hits their bodies and burns the candle out. Natti grabs her friend's shoulders and forces her to look at her.
"He is still alive."
9.14.19; Rewrote everything 4.02.20