A week after Cassandra’s beloved daughter returned home she had become bed ridden. When she had returned home from her aunty’s she had been ecstatic, claiming that a witch had possessed the old woman and was using her to get to Angela so that she could come back to life. That this witch had killed an entire town and was why she wasn’t feeling well. Cassandra hadn’t believed her then but she comforted her trembling and terrified daughter. She had made her hot chocolate and listened intently to her ridiculous claims. It wasn’t until the next day when her daughter became weaker and pale that she believed them.


Now, she sat at her daughter’s bedside watching her shallow breathing as she slept. It pained her so much her heart ached. She needed to do something before she lost her beautiful and only daughter. The doctors couldn’t place what was wrong with her and said that she could be dead with in the next week or so. Cassandra knew there was no cure because it wasn’t an illness or disease but a curse and if she didn’t act fast the curse would win.


She got up out of her seat and leaned over her daughter and kissed her forehead gently. "Hang in there darling. I’ll find the witch and end her once and for all. You’ll be better," she wispered and stood up straight. Then she left the room to get ready to go out.


As she put on her coat she couldn’t help but to pray silently even though she wasn’t really a religious woman, but she couldn’t bare to lose her only daughter, so she prayed to any God that may listen, that she could find a way to save her from dying. She just hoped one answered her prays.


Once ready she headed out.


When Cassandra had arrived at her destination she made her way up the steep stairs of the city library. She was soaking wet from the rain; it had been pouring down all day. The exterior brick walls were moss covered, cracked and broken but it was seeped in lots of history.


She opened the heavy wooden doors and stepped inside. As she did a warm heat hit her, stopping her shivering. As she looked up she noticed that there was a heater up above her. When Cassandra had warmed up a significant amount she headed to the book cases. She wasn’t really sure what she was looking for maybe some history records. Anything, that would tell her something about the history of Brightlake and the witch. After glancing at the books and records for what seemed like hours but was more like a few minutes she headed for the librarian desk in frustration. 


"Hello, excuse me, have you got any records of Brightlake?" She asked the young man behind the desk.


"The only records we have are next to the non-fiction section," he replied.


"I’ve already looked there but couldn’t find anything," she explained.


"Well I’m sorry I can’t help you. If there isn’t anything there we don’t have anything," he said and she was beginning to become impatient.


"But you don’t understand. My daughter is dying. I need to find something, anything that will help me find a way to help her. Do you understand? She’s dying," she shouted without any regard to the rule stay quite in libraries because her daughter’s life was more important than some stupid little rule. In shock and fear the young man jumped back a little.


"Madam...There is no need to shout. It’ll disturb others," he mumbled nervously.


"I’ll do what I want. I don’t care about disturbing them, I care about my daughter," she said.


"Did you say your daughter was dying?" A voice said from behind her, so she turned around to see a woman stood there. The woman was small, scrawny looking with wirey brown hair. Her features were some what odd. The woman’s nose was long and pointy, and her eyes were so small, and dull.


"Yes, why?" She asked.


"I think I can help you to save her," the woman explained.


"How?"


"Come with me and I’ll tell you," the woman replied but Cassandra didn’t trust her. How could she trust a stranger to help her save her daughter?


"Thanks, but I think I will keep looking for some records. Maybe search on the computer," she said.


"You won’t find any. They destroyed or hid the records so the public wouldn’t stumble across them years ago. I know that you probably don’t trust me but I’m the only person who can help you. If you want to save your daughter you need to trust me," the woman told her.


"Okay," Cassandra said and followed the strange looking woman out of the library into the heavy rain. She didn’t really trust her, but she had no other choice.


"Why wouldn’t they want the public to see the records?" She asked the woman as she blew on to her hands, wishing she had never left the nice warmth of the old building.


"Well I’m sure your daughter told you of her encounter with the witch?"


"Yes, she did," she replied and rubbed her numbing hands together before dropping them to her sides.


"Where are we going anway?" She wondered.


"To my house if that’s okay? We can’t talk about it in public," the woman replied.


"Sure, I guess," Cassandra mumbled in reply and carried on following her down the street.


Some significant time later the woman stopped in front of a detached house. The outside looked somewhat normal with its plants and garden ornaments in the garden. She followed the woman up the path and waited as she opened the door. Cassandra entered reluctantly after the woman had motioned her to.


The inside was normal too. Maybe, she has been wrong about this woman. There was nothing strange about her other than her features and just maybe she could trust her. The woman obviously knew something and wanted to help. She told herself to relax and just hear out what the woman had to say as she sat down on the living room sofa.


Hopefully, what this woman says is true. Hopefully, she has information that can help me safe my daughter. God please let it be true. Cassandra thought.