Master of Youth(part III)

After five minutes we began to walk back home. As we did I told him how I had found her hideout, got her tied up, how she broke out and chased me through the swamp where I eventually fell, and what she said about armous dust. “I’ve never heard of armous dust before,” he said with a strange curiosity in his voice, “rowan wood should have worked on a witch of her type. We need to consult the books about this one,” he said smiling at me. We walked together silently. I could tell that what I had told him about the rowan wood perplexed him beyond belief. We walked the three miles a fast past hoping that would keep the witch from finding our scents. It was for an hour by the time we arrived home. Before we entered the house we had to set up a defensive barrier for extra precaution. The house did have an alarm system that summons tow earth golems to guard the front and back door. They can easily track and capture lower level witches, but are not strong enough against the blood witch that was after us. We walked to the back of the house where the storage was. It was a small wood building that looked so old and worn that the first time I opened the door I thought it would fall on me. I soon was over that fear as I walked into the building. The building was made of steel combined with rowan wood, scrapes of werewolf bones, and covered in ancient magic symbols. The outside was painted like that so people would assume it was nothing special. I went over to the center table and began to grab a rope of rowan leaves. My master was at the back getting some supplies for protection spell. I took the rope and headed for the main gate.