Chapter 3 At the other side

Deep within the castle walls, Lord Ravenswood sat in his dark, dimly lit chamber, surrounded by candles and strange artifacts. His eyes gleamed with malice as he stared into a crystal ball, watching the images of Sophy and Ravenna unfold before him.

"Ah, the little witch is progressing nicely," Lord Ravenswood said to himself, a sly smile spreading across his face. "But she is still no match for me."

Lord Ravenswood had been monitoring Sophy's training from afar, using his dark magic to spy on her and Ravenna. He knew that Sophy was a powerful witch, but he also knew that she was still inexperienced and impulsive.

"And that is where I will trap her," Lord Ravenswood said, his eyes glinting with excitement. "I will use her impulsiveness against her, and she will fall right into my trap."

Lord Ravenswood's plan was to create a fake prophecy, one that would lure Sophy into a trap and ultimately lead to her downfall. He would use his dark magic to make the prophecy seem real, and Sophy would be none the wiser.

"But first, I need to make sure that the king is on my side," Lord Ravenswood said, his eyes narrowing in thought. "I will need to manipulate him, to make him believe that Sophy is a threat to the kingdom."

Lord Ravenswood smiled to himself, knowing that he had the perfect plan. He would use his dark magic to manipulate the king, and then he would use the fake prophecy to lure Sophy into a trap.

"And once I have her in my grasp, I will make sure that she never leaves," Lord Ravenswood said, his eyes glinting with malice.

Meanwhile, in the castle's great hall, the king sat on his throne, surrounded by his advisors. Lord Ravenswood stood before him, a concerned expression on his face.

"Your Majesty, I have grave news," Lord Ravenswood said, his voice dripping with sincerity. "I have received a prophecy, one that foretells the coming of a great evil. An evil that will destroy our kingdom and plunge our people into darkness."

The king's expression turned grave, and he leaned forward in his throne. "What is the nature of this evil?" he asked, his voice low and serious.

Lord Ravenswood hesitated, as if choosing his words carefully. "The prophecy speaks of a young witch, one who possesses great power and great ambition. She will stop at nothing to achieve her goals, and she will destroy anyone who stands in her way."

The king's expression turned even graver, and he nodded his head. "We must take action," he said, his voice firm. "We must protect our kingdom from this great evil."

Lord Ravenswood smiled to himself, knowing that he had the king right where he wanted him. He would use the king's fear and paranoia to his advantage, and he would make sure that Sophy was trapped and powerless.

And so, the stage was set for a great battle between good and evil. Sophy, the young witch, was unaware of the dangers that lay ahead, but she was ready to face whatever challenges came her way.

The king's advisors nodded in agreement, and they began to discuss the best course of action to take. Lord Ravenswood smiled to himself, knowing that he had successfully manipulated the king and his advisors.

As the meeting came to a close, Lord Ravenswood approached the king and whispered something in his ear. The king's expression turned grave, and he nodded his head.

"I want you to send a message to the witch, Ravenna," the king said, his voice firm. "Tell her that we know about the prophecy, and that we will not hesitate to take action if necessary."

Lord Ravenswood bowed his head, a sly smile spreading across his face. "As you wish, Your Majesty," he said, before turning and leaving the great hall.

Meanwhile, in the forest, Ravenna was busy preparing Sophy for the challenges that lay ahead. She was teaching Sophy how to defend herself, how to use her magic to protect herself from harm.

But as they trained, Ravenna couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. She had a sense of foreboding, a feeling that danger was lurking just around the corner.

"Sophy, we need to be careful," Ravenna said, her voice serious. "I have a feeling that something is wrong."

Sophy looked at Ravenna, concern etched on her face. "What is it, Ravenna?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ravenna hesitated, unsure of how to answer. "I'm not sure," she said finally. "But I think we should be prepared for anything."

Sophy nodded, determination burning within her. She was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, and she was determined to come out on top.

And so, the stage was set for a great battle between good and evil. Sophy, the young witch, was unaware of the dangers that lay ahead, but she was ready to face whatever challenges came her way.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the forest, Ravenna and Sophy made their way back to their cottage. They were tired but determined, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

But as they approached the cottage, they noticed something strange. The door was open, and there was a piece of paper on the ground.

Ravenna's eyes narrowed, and she quickly picked up the paper. It was a message, written in bold letters.

"Sophy, beware," the message read. "The king knows about the prophecy, and he will stop at nothing to prevent you from claiming your throne."

Ravenna's expression turned grave, and she looked at Sophy with concern. "It seems that our time is running out," she said, her voice serious.

Sophy's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a surge of fear. But she quickly pushed the fear aside, determination burning within her.

"I'm ready," she said, her voice firm. "I'm ready to face whatever challenges come my way."

Ravenna smiled, pride shining in her eyes. "I knew you were ready, Sophy," she said. "Now, let's get to work. We have a throne to claim."