Evie and the Witch's Curse, Part 3 Jealousy and Torture.
Out of all the villains, who escaped the destruction of the Isle and those. Who avoided capture by the Auradon authorities. One of the most dangerous and elusive is Grimhilde the Evil Queen, mother of Evie, sister of Helena and aunt of Hagon. No, one has been able to find her, she had planned it to be that way, while she gains more power. She first found a place to temporarily call her own. A place no one would expect her to be. When she found her ideal safe house, she cloaked it with powerful magic, so no one could find it or her.
This lair happens to be an old, farmhouse, well-excluded outside of Auradon. A place only known to existence by her and those who are deceased who once called it home. Grimhilde, a woman who has been used to luxury for the past few centuries hadn't bothered to redecorate or tidy the inside of the farmhouse at all. It is merely a temporary place of residence filled with what ifs. Above the living room fireplace lies, a long rectangular mirror. Grimhilde approaches the mirror and looks into the dusty mirror for a few minutes gathering her thoughts.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall show me, who is the most powerful witch of them all," Grimhilde commanded.
"Grimhilde, you are indeed stronger than most. Yet still there lives three more powerful than thee," The young face in the mirror answered.
"Show me them," Grimhilde commands, her tone of voice harsh and filled with bitterness. The face nods before fading away and showing each witch in order of strongest to weakest. The first witch to appear is Helena followed by Hagon ending with Evie. The face in the mirror returns and sees Grimhilde's face shocked.
"Helena is alive!" Grimhilde gasped, she had thought her sister had kicked the bucket for good. That her older sister would never be competition for her again.
"As long as they thrive, there will always be a witch stronger than you," The face in the mirror replied.
"Then, I must ensure they don't do survive," Grimhilde said with a viscous and menacing smirk on her face.
Meanwhile, in a vast and empty plane filled with pitch darkness. A figure walks alone constantly calling out asking for someone to help. The figure hasn't slept once at all these past few months. Whatever regular mortal needs and necessities are non-existence.
"Can anybody hear me, please I need some help,"
"I need to get back home,"
"Auradon, I need to see if everyone is alright,"
"SOMEONE ANSWER ME PLEASE. I NEED TO SEE EVIE!" A voice shouted filled with desperation and loss.
End of chapter.