Beth's POV
The nightmarish night was finally over.
The witch's head rolled far into the corner, swamped with viscous liquid from the overturned iron pan.
She still glared in Aaron and my direction with her eyes full of unwillingness and resentment.
"Beth, help him... Peter..." April called weakly to me.
Flustered, I ran over to them, recalling the scene where I saved Aaron, I looked around at anything that I could use.
I grabbed some torn paper that was scattered on the ground, closed my eyes and tried to use the energy inside me.
The familiar scalding sensation came from my palm again. I opened my eyes and saw that the papers in my palm had become a bottle of potion.
Beaming with surprise, I opened the bottle and handed it to April for both her and Peter to drink.
They gulped down the potion, and their wounds quickly healed. April soon looked full of life again, and Peter woke up.