"You joined the theater," Penny said to see him nod.

"I did and I loved every part of it. I did try to get my father to see it, to make amends but that never happened until I joined Lord Alexander with his work here," it was good to hear that, thought Penny to herself.

"I used to be part of the theater play too," Penny mentioned seeing him raise his brows as if he hadn't expected, "That was before I was sold to the slave establishment."

"I heard it from Alexander. I am sorry to hear that you had to go through it but hey! On the brighter side you met the love of your life who keeps you on your toes," Elliot exclaimed with a smile, a smile she could consider to be genuine, "Life is the choices we make, the rest is destiny and fate of where you will be carried to."

At the beginning of the time, she had been sad and had always wanted to escape but things had changed. In time, she had realized this was what she needed and not the life she once lived which she had left behind. 

Elliot then continued, "I met her there. She had very simple features nothing too out there but excellent skills when she stepped on the stage. Lean in physique, long hair that went past her waist. She was wonderful and I loved the instant I saw her. She didn't speak much to people around and always stayed quiet until she started to turn popular. Shy thing," he said remembering the old times which was years ago which felt like a distant memory right now.

"You don't like black witches?"

"No, it wasn't that. I would have taken her if she had told the truth but that never came. I didn't know she was a black witch until one of the crew members of the theater went missing. It was only after a week did the local men who were walking by the forest found a finger sticking out of the ground. They dug and found him there. Buried and possibly it was done when the man was still alive," there was a certain calmness as Elliot said this to her, like he had made peace with the incident which made it easier for him to speak on it.

"I didn't know it was the same girl I was in love with and who promised back to love me. Young men and women are always naive falling in and out of love," Elliot chuckled, his red wavy hair forming a shadow on the other side of his face, "By then I had wooed the girl and had taken her out, and had spent good enough time to decide that she was the one I wanted to marry. When I found out she refused, insisting it was not true until the truth finally spilled out of her mouth when one of the priests came to attend a holy play of the G.o.ds. And I let her go."

Penny pressed her lips hearing the last line, "You found it hard to kill her…"

"I guess I was too in love with her to think about killing her. The man who died was a human. He was a good man, someone I knew before she entered my life but it was hard to harm her."

Elliot stopped talking as if remembering the day when it happened. He continued to look outside through the gla.s.s. 

"Did you ever meet her again?" 

"No," came his simple answer. Elliot smiled when his eyes focused on his reflection, "With the years that have gone one day after another and you see things like the way you have seen," he was speaking about the children, "I am not sure if I will still give her a chance or want to rip her head out her body," his voice was emotionless, sending chills down her spine, "Is it bad?"

Penny didn't know how to respond to it. She tried to put her and Damien in that place, "Do you think she killed the man for a reason?"

"It isn't that I haven't thought about it but death is extreme at times and sometimes it isn't depending on who the person is who has been killed, isn't it?" he asked her, a small chuckle escaping his lips, "Would you kill someone if the time came for Damien?" he questioned her. 

"Do witches count?" she asked him.

"Sure. For now but what about in the future?" Elliot's eyes were trained on to her green ones. 

"I haven't killed anyone purposely but only to defend so far. Time will tell," she said, somewhere deep down she agreed to herself that she would end up killing someone if any harm came to Damien. She had no one else but him, her father was gone, her relatives were useless, her mother had betrayed her and to turn to a friend she never had one to begin with. 

"You're already planning to kill someone. I saw the look in your eyes when you saw Evelyn," Elliot teased her, bringing the topic to a lighter note to avoid the heavier subjects and Penny let him steer the conversation feeling it would be rude to press him with other questions on his personal life. 

"The councilwoman? Please," Penelope rolled her eyes, "I wouldn't kill her. And like you said death is too much," she would instead stare at her until she was five feet down the ground.