The Witch In Black

The witch hunter, hunting for the witch in black. His sword ready to taste blood drenched in sins. His focus, his mission is to kill. His belief is to rid of the creatures of the night for the greater good; to eliminate the abominations that offends god. Walking deep into the forest he felt her near. The witch hunter is ready to strike.

Her curiosity got the best of her. She followed him, she knew if found his sword would taste her essence. Witch in black never understood why the mere human craved for a kill. Especially her kind. She lost sight of the witch hunter so she did what no witchs ever done. She came out of her hiding spot. The witch couldn't pick up his scent.

The witch hunter felt her hiding behind him. His sword vibrated from the craving of the witch's blood. The blade bound to the hunter, it knew what needed to be done. He hid waiting for her to come out. The hunter didn't wait for long. The witch in black was searching for him. He stepped out of dark shadow with his sword pointing to her back. She froze.

The witch in black couldn't believe he caught her she took each breath slowly. As precious as it was it soon would be over she would face this witch hunter with pride. If death finally came to collect his part she would die staring at her executioner's face. She slowly spun and his sword rose higher. It pointed to her bare neck. She looked deep into his eyes, the witch felt his heart beat on her skin. What is this new feeling that's taken over her? What has he done? did he bewitched her? is she undera spell she didn't know? how to break away from it?

  Life! the look on her face confused him. There he stood with his sword threathing her very exitense and yet her face wore life as if she taste sweet wine for the first time. Hie knees went weak he couldn't understand why. Blasphemy! is he under a spell? The witch hunter must slide his thirsty blade across her throat. He froze, he couldn't bring himself to do it. The witch raised a finger and place it so gently it seemed like kissing a poisonous snake.

The witch in black wasn't sure why she dared herself to touch the weapon, she didn't want to push her luck but she smiled at the hunter. Why was she smiling to this man who all he do is kill her kind. She looked down and gasped at the flowers he stepped on and crushed with his filthy boot. She slowly kneeled down and gently touched the petals. The flowers came back to life.

His curosity won over him. He slowly dropped down next to her to watch the miracle her fingers alone could make. The hunter carefully touched the flowers. He didn't understand only god could create life. Why did she possesed the power of god?

The witch in black saw the questions written all over his face. She wanted to show him her world. The witch grabbed his hand and anxiously waited waited for his approval. When he nodded she smiled pulled him and ran. She hoped she could make him understand not all witches are bad. The witch took the hunter to her garden. It was beautiful she was happy to show her hard work. It was the first time anyone seen her garden. She let go of his hand and kiss a white rose that looked sad. It bloomed as she went to the hunter. She wondered what he thought.