Chapter 6
Children of the Mist
The rumors about the witches' coven grow more disturbing. They aren't merely seeking power; they're taking children. The whispers speak not of sacrifice, but of abductions, of young lives being drawn into the coven's mysterious embrace. Bishop Dark finds himself grappling with a disquieting truth: the 'evil' he's tasked to destroy might be far more complex, perhaps even protective, than the Church's black-and-white doctrine allows. This unsettling revelation complicates his mission and begins to erode his certainty.
The air in the ‘Slurring Serpent’ tavern hung thick and sour, a potent cocktail of stale ale, desperation, and the faint, cloying perfume of cheap incense. Bishop Dark, a man whose very presence seemed to warp the light around him, nursed a tankard of something that glowed a suspicious shade of amber. His knuckles, white against the dark wood of the table, spoke of a recent, and likely violent, disagreement. Abbot Kale’s voice, tinny and strained, crackled from the enchanted parchment on the table.
“Bishop, the whispers are… louder. More insistent. They speak of children, Bishop. Taken. Not for sacrifice, not in the usual sense. Absorbed. For strength.” Kale’s voice hitched. “The Church cannot abide this. It is an affront. A perversion.”
Bishop grunted, taking a long, slow pull of his drink. “Children? Always the bloody children. What is it with these coven types and their fascination with the young and impressionable? Can’t they just, I don’t know, brew some potent potions or wrestle a demon for their power like civilized folk?”
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