The last day of Edith, the elder witch, was quite uneventful, except
for faint voices from the west. She was always ready for an
adventure, excited to investigate and find out the true origins of any
unsolved legend plaguing her lands. But that was a few tens of years
ago. Today, she is a teacher plagued by senescence. The last pages
from her diary recovered read, ‘The voices move closer and I can hear him clearer than I had ever had.’
"He whispered in my ears,
You are chosen. You shall serve. Only time will tell … Help me …"
Am I missing something?