Damien looked away! The memories were too poignant for him to forget them just like that.
"Help! Help me!" Just when he opened his mouth, they heard a pained voice and tended to see a man with a wide scar on his arm running away.
Many stared at the man but no one came forward to help him, afraid that they would be dragged too.
He looked at many for help but no one came forward when he tried to run away.
Before Damien could take a step forward, Hazel already ran towards the man and held him.
"Oh my! You are bleeding. Shall I take you to a physician or…" the man held her hands tightly. She was like the last straw he could get hold of to save his life.
"Help.. help me! They want to kill me." he pointed behind him and hid behind her.
Though she did not have silver eyes, her hair was still silver and he had heard about a strong witch like her.
