How To Burn A Witch |DISCONTINUED|

Chapter 3

As she returned to the base of the Ruhsuz Thuelan, as the coven was called in Amavran, the witch realised she had left her bundle of frog's tongue in the forest. "Damn it..." she murmured, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she angrily stomped through the forests of Amavros.

"What's got you so angry? Is it that time of the month?" asked Osman, one of the male witches in the Ruhsuz Thuelan, and one of the most annoying at that.

Alev kneed him in the balls. "Osman, I'm going to say this as nicely as I can," she bent down to his level to watch as he fell on his knees, gasping in pain as Alev shot him a menacing glare.

"If you talk to me one more fucking time, I will rip your sorry excuse of a cock off and force-feed it to you." Osman nodded through the pain, his body curled in a protective ball.

"Whatever..." gasped Osman, "Kinslayer."

Alev stomped on his nether regions once again and walked away with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Have you made contact with the hunter?"

With a flinch, the witch turned towards the sound. "Yes, I have. Mizuki, I didn't see you there." Alev smiled at the woman, admiring her bob style black hair, so dark it almost looked blue.

Her eyes shifted towards the necklace Mizuki was wearing. "I like your necklace. Is it new?" she asked, extending her hand to touch it, "The spectrolite you used to make the pendant is very beautiful." Alev concluded with a smile, her golden-brown eyes going back to admiring the rainbow stone.

"Thanks." replied Mizuki, eyes gleaming as she linked her arm with Alev, "So... How did it go? Were you able to recruit her?"

The golden-eyed witch froze, "Oh yeah... About that... I couldn't really make the proposition since she attacked me all of a sudden."

Mizuki whirled her head towards Alev, the chains of her necklace rattling with the motion of her neck. "Excuse me?! Are you hurt anywhere?"

The witch shook her head. "I'm fine, really. It was nothing I couldn't deal with." She changed the subject, not wanting to worry her friend further. "How did your herb hunting go?"

Mizuki looked down, her eyebrows furrowed and a guilty look appeared in her eyes.

"Don't tell me you forgot to buy some because you got distracted by the spectrolite." Alev begged.

"It was really pretty! Plus you know how much I love pendants!"

Of course, she knew, everybody in the coven𑁋save for a few newcomers𑁋 knew that Mizuki's love for necklaces was partly because they allowed her to distract people from her adam's apple and drifted their attention to the pretty stones that hung loosely from the silver and gold chains of her necklaces.

"Well... the two of us are officially dead. We might as well confess, rather than sit here and do nothing like a sack of potatoes."

Alev shivered at her friend's suggestion. "You don't mean to go and tell her we failed, right?"

Mizuki mirrored her friend's fearful expression. "What other choice do we have? It's either we confess, or she finds out on her own." A dark look made its way onto her face, "And I'd rather come clean than deal with the punishment she'll give us if she gets wind of this before we tell her."

Alev felt a chill wash over her. There were many rules in the Ruhsuz Thuelan, but the one and only rule that brought down punishment was a failure to complete a task assigned by the Headpriestess without a "good reason" to have done so. And though Alev's reason might have been good enough, Mizuki wouldn't be spared.