"Why do you think white witches were left out of it? It wasn't because they had to find out from the black witches on what their element was, but it was because like the tapping of forbidden magic by making use of spells that turns a white witch to black witch, to the individuals who are not witches it affects them differently. Curse or luck, it differs," said Isaiah, explaining to her what it meant. 

"I am a black witch then?" Was her body going to start the conversion?

"It didn't affect you before, I don't think it will be affecting you now. In the past, white witches who went looking for their abilities eventually turned to a black witch. It is why most of the witches didn't dare to pa.s.s the knowledge about it. To avoid further conversion. The woman's theory was that...the gift you have received, the gift which the pureblooded vampires are gifted, all those come from the forbidden magic but no one ever knows how it works or why and when it happens," concluded Isaiah. 

"How are you sure about it?" Damien finally questioned, making his presence known as he stepped into the room and made his way towards where they sat.

"I am not sure about it, but that is what she has told me but don't you think it is possible? Why would we share the same ability?" asked the black witch. 

Penny gave it a thought, her mind going over his words and the possibility of the forbidden place. She remembered there were some words and lines that were mentioned very subtly which didn't make sense to her. It made her wonder if this was the same place that Lady Isabelle had written about. 

"Might you know how she knew about the place and how she drew the theories?" the pureblooded vampire asked Isaiah, the dark red eyes staring at him with grave intensity. 

Isaiah had to blink and look away from the staring eye contest, his lips pursing together, "She told me she had been there. She entered that land but she was quickly pushed away before she could understand and see what it was."

"That's interesting," commented Damien, interested over this new land which none had ever heard about before.

"She didn't tell me more except that it was dark and the time of night. Is there anything else you would want me to a.s.sist you with?" asked Isaiah, moving back to what they were working on. 

"There is one thing I will need help with," Penny smiled at the man. 

It didn't take much persuasion to take the black witcher's help as he readily offered to help her with anything around in the room when it came to the potion-making. Penny had already memorized and inked herself with the spells turning herself to one of the most prized people in the empire of the four lands. 

At the same time, it put her at risk. 

With the words that were spoken only to Damien and Alexander, the secret was kept safe but if the black witches or someone who wanted to abuse the power were to catch wind of it, there was a possibility that she would be killed before her skin would be peeled from her body to find the hidden inscription.  

The spells were at the tip of her tongue. She didn't add too much information into herself but only the things she had tested and what were the most important spells. They started creating with the healing liquid so that Lord Alexander would find it to be useful in the future when both Damien and she would have gone back to the land of Bonelake. 

Once they were done, she placed the liquid in the many flasks in there. Not counting but placing them back and forth in a form set. 

With that being done and the day moving from the time of the evening to night, the light in the sky had started to change, forming a canvas of a beautiful painting for an artist to paint with the colors and the clouds that had slowly started to drift away from each other. It was a sign that the time of Winter was finally beginning to pa.s.s and was beginning to move to the next season.

Isaiah was taken out by Damien to talk and know more about this forbidden magic while Penny was still in the room making sure everything was back to its place. The cauldron being the last one to be placed back in its a.s.signed place. She picked up a cloth so that she could carry the small utensil back to its a.s.signed location.

When Penny had gone to pick up the cauldron, she failed to notice a shadow that moved behind her stealthily. 

She walked to the shelf, placing it there when her eyes moved to the flasks that she had only made. A small smile formed on her lips out of happiness that she had created something that could be of help. Though it wasn't tested on people and only the wounds, it still was worth creating and admiring it. 

It was when her focus on the liquid in the flask moved to the reflection of the gla.s.s did she feel her heart slip by looking at something tall and dark, shadow-like in a hood. Her blood ran cold. 

Penny snapped her head around to look at what it was to find nothing there. She looked back at the flask which showed nothing this time. Gulping down as she knew what she saw, her eyes looked around. Walking forward one step after another and not realizing that the shadow was right behind her. 

She took a step forward and the shadow moved its hand very carefully and quietly. It's boney skeleton-like fingers moving towards the flask which Penny had created a few minutes ago. 

It was when she took another step did she hear the sound of gla.s.ses clinking to each other. Penny stopped. Even holding her breath, her heart thudding in her chest over the sound. 

Another louder clink was heard and she turned her head around and there was nothing there again. Not the reflection she had seen along with some of the flasks missing as it appeared to have reduced in quant.i.ty which she had previously placed.