Without even thinking, Ethan grabbed the elixir around his neck, and poured it down Kahlens' throat. His father had created the potion, long ago, for emergencies such as this. Kahlen, laying there stunned, tried to speak. "The witches were following me, but my hoover-bike was faster".

Ethan's father used to warn us about the witches, but we had never seen them. Someone would go missing and we would blame them.

Kahlen tried to stand, but couldn't. "We have to leave here" he said. "And go where? , there was no place safe anymore" Ethan retorted.

Then we shall stay, and fight! Warlocks rule!