Meanwhile,  the Prince woke up but Nimueh imitated like nothing happened and like she was unconscious too.The Prince really didn't remember anything and while he was recalling some fragments of the past time, Nimueh told him that it must be some hallucination caused by that spirit.

Nimueh asked him to keep the secret of the place with him and told him to go back safely since the shadowed area under his eyes were certainly telling that he had a very hectic and miserable time.

As the Prince went away, Nimueh plunged into her thoughts and thought about how dreadfully intimidating 'Dolotma'was.

The worried expression couldn't leave her face. Dragon also told her that she will happen to meet her destiny and true self there after defeating the overly mystical witch but only if she will be near capable of it.

As Nimueh walked past along the streets, she soon came in sight of her house but as soon as her eyes landed on the mob gathered around her house, she stopped breathing. She knew that her enemies were far more powerful than her lonely soul.As Nimueh was striding to the house and pushing the crowd to face her home.

She saw her house vanished and replaced by a few ashes. It was purely transparent that it was witchcraft.

Nimueh gasped, "It's Dolotma!"

Drifting to the castle, she lost every possession and the  residue of memories of her loved ones, she was amazed and anguished at the same moment.

It was the bitterest form of traumatising. She halted at the gate of the great palace and accused herself for being such a simpleton to stand against the evil witch.

She scolded loudly to herself for being naïve and that she would never be destined to be a great sorceress.

As soon as these words came out from her throat, she felt someone behind her.As she turned back

"Oh no  It's Prince Merlin!"

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