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Her word, no, her very whim, was law and she saw
it enforced by an army of powerful Thralls. Her reign lasted an
unnaturally long time, her life sustained for generations by her own
magic. No one could stop her and it was no secret she wanted her
empire to spread. She pushed against the borders of Scotland. Not
even the sea could contain her power and her lust for more.”
    “Wait, did you say a witch?” Lord Sebastian had his eyes
close and spoke like he was reading from a book. In one of the
adjacent rooms a grandfather clock booming the hour.
    "Please don't interrupt, Ms Williams. Now, fortunately, this
witch was not the only powerful one. There was not a brave knight or
standing army that could defeat her and, believe me, they tried.
However, she was opposed by two sorcerers – brothers, in fact –
from a foreign land. They'd heard of this tyrant and knew she must be
stopped before she became a blight on the entire world. So one day
they marched against her at the front of a small, desperate army.
Together, with their magic, they decimated her army and stormed her
castle, laying waste to everything the evil Sorceress had built up.
They wasted no time in going straight to the throne room of her
castle and challenged her to battle. But the Sorceress, alone, had
them both outmatched. The two sorcerers could hardly hold their
ground against the Sorceress' magic, let alone destroy her. The tide
only turned when one of the brothers decided to sacrifice his life
for their cause. He sacrificed himself and using magic, transformed
his whole body into raw, potent energy. This gave his brother the
power and the opportunity for one final, powerful, magical assault
that could finally bring an end to the Sorceress' reign.
    "Now you might think that was the end but it wasn't. The rule of
Scotland was placed in the hands of a noble Scottish family. The
sorcerer who saved them founded an order of knights, with himself at
the head of it. This Order of The Witch-Hunter has stood vigilant,
should the Sorceress ever return."
    "So you brought us here because of some delusional fantasy about
wicked witches?" Rebecca was almost shouting. It wasn't until
after she'd spoken that she remembered she was a captive. She shut
her mouth tight before she insulted the crazy man any more. Lord
Sebastian went on as if he'd never stopped.
    "The Sorceress had an army of Thralls. With her magic, she'd
made them inhumanly powerful and obedient to the death. Then, in case
she should ever be defeated, she had a child with one of them and
taught her Thralls a way to use the blood of her family, her child,
to bring her back from the dead so that she might again take her
place as the terrible ruler of the world. The Order found out about
this some time later and managed to stop the ritual just in time and
separate the Thralls from the Sorceress' descendants. We have battled
over them ever since and, because of that, we separated them from
ourselves so that we would not lead the Thralls to those who carry
the Sorceress’ blood. Can you see where I'm going with this,
Miss Williams?” Rebecca glanced towards the door.
    “No, I have no idea.” She kept him talking. In her mind
she tried to retrace the way through the house to the door. Her heart
was beating fast, on the edge of a fresh adrenaline dump.
    “If this child was attacked by the Thralls then they believe
her to be the latest generation of the Sorceress' family. That is why
we must keep her here and find any family she might have. Sir Julian
thought you were her mother; that's why he brought you here as well."
    Lord Sebastian opened his eyes again and sipped at his drink. He
watched Rebecca, making it clear to her that it was her turn to talk.
    "You don't expect me to believe any of that, do you? I stopped
believing in magic when I was eleven years old. I think we should
just go now.”
    "You are free to leave, Miss Williams, though, as a witness, the
Thralls may still have an interest in you if only to