At night, in Dreadmire village…
The sky was dark red, clouds drifting lazily over the moon, casting shadows across the land. In the distance, owls hooted softly, and the wind rustled through the tall red grass that surrounded the outer parts of the village.
On the far outskirts, where most of the Dreadmire flower fields were spread out like soft glowing blankets, five witches crept through the night. They were dressed in long black robes that almost blended into the darkness. Their feet didn't make a sound. Their eyes gleamed with greed.
The first witch stopped and looked around sharply. Her nose twitched like she was sniffing danger, but all she could see were guards patrolling near the far fence with slow, lazy steps.
She turned her head and quickly gave a hand signal to the second witch beside her.
