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The Queen walked to the window and looked down at her son walking towards the forest; she knew now where he would be heading. Perhaps his affections would be of use to her after all. If he could get the witch to trust him, she could use that trust to destroy Desdia once and for all.
“I think you may be right Fezzik. I want you to go with my son, encourage him to find out what the witch is up to. This witch may be the key to capturing all of the witches of Desdia.”
Although Quinne was indeed a special breed, most in Desdia found her to be dangerous, and reckless. The later may in fact be true but nonetheless this reputation left Quinne with few friends which whom she could spend her time. This left Quinne restless and often ended in her searching around Desdia, it was never long before she found herself in trouble, and this particular outing was no different. Bored, Quinne decided to take advantage of the deep heat of the sun, she found a smooth rock by the waterfall that separated inner Desdia from outer Desdia, laid down and began to meditate.
Yes, I know ok, I know. I’m an idiot, I didn’t know what I was doing, I should have gone back up to the 13th floor and begged for my job back. Something kept me going though, I can’t describe it I’ve always had this ability to know when something just isn’t right. I can’t say I’ve listened to that feeling much in the past but now I feel it more than ever. Corbin & Sons was a bad idea, I couldn’t work there, I didn’t care what I did it didn’t matter I would work at a burger joint before I ever went back. I crossed the parking lot quickly, opened my car door and started the car before I could change my mind. As I pulled out I saw the elevator door open and Tom run out. I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, I drove away from Tom and the Law firm as fast as I could and didn’t stop until I reached the one place I had always felt safe.
It wasn’t long before I heard a soft knock at my door, although the door remained open Cloe stood there waiting for me to invite her in. When I motioned for her to enter she walked up beside me and looked at the mirror, “You’re very pretty Duvessa.” I looked at her, waiting to hear a but, or however but she just looked at my reflection in the mirror. We stood like that, for a short while, me watching her while she looked at my reflection. “What was your boy friends name?”