How To Burn A Witch |DISCONTINUED|

Chapter 6

Nehir walked back towards the training grounds only to find Dame Marion waiting for her at the edge of the forest. "What happened to your wrist?" asked her mentor as she examined the poorly tied bandages on her pupil's pale wrist.

"It's nothing." she spat, immediately regretting the tone she had taken with her mentor and knowing the glare the woman shot at her wasn't the only thing she had earned for snapping at a superior.

"If you say so." sighed out the older woman tossing the girl a dagger and unsheathing her own.

"Today𑁋 well, tonight, you will go out into the forest and find a witch to kill. This way you can finally become a huntress and I won't have to deal with your shit anymore."

The girl chuckled and nodded, a newfound determination lighting her eyes as she used all the force she could muster and attacked her mentor, only to get pinned to the ground before her dagger could so much as graze Dame Marion's skin.

"You're angry. Angry people are the easiest to beat, their moves become sloppy and predictable because they are fueled by petty emotions."

She got off her trainee and sat next to her, "What's on your mind?" Nehir shook her head, she didn't want to lie to her mentor but if she told her the truth, Dame Marion would steal her kill and she couldn't allow her to do that. Not in a million years.

"Yeniçeri, you know you can tell me anything." said the woman as she put a hand over her trainee's. Nehir tried to ignore the nausea her mentor's hand touching her skin caused

"I don't want to lie to you," started Nehir, gazing into Dame Marion's dark brown eyes. "But telling you the truth would have irreversible consequences and I cannot allow that to happen."

The older woman let out a small sigh, "So it's better I do not know, is that what you're saying?" Nehir nodded and hugged her knees to her chest. "You're not a witch, are you?" asked the woman in the end. Nehir let out a laugh.

"Nah, it's not that kind of secret."

"You can't blame me for asking," chuckled her mentor, "After all, you do seem like a witch sympathizer."

Nehir shrugged and decided to defend herself. "There's nothing bad about pitying them, I mean they sold their souls for power! How pathetic is that?"

"Is that what you think?" asked her mentor, "I think it's sad. How powerless does life have to make you feel for you to resort to such extreme measures?"

"Still. They are a danger to society." she paused to think, "I do feel bad for them, I really do, and killing them is probably saving them but still. It feels wrong to kill people who haven't wronged me."

The dark-skinned woman put a hand on her mentee's shoulder. The girl shrugged it off. "You're too kind for your own good. Eventually, you'll have to discard such emotions and make your first kill. It... I'm not going to lie to you, it's not going to be easy. You're ending a life after all. No matter how wretched and twisted, a life is a life."

Nehir scoffed, "Yet us hunters like to play god and end the lives of those we find unworthy of living."

She got up from the sandy ground of the Training Field and shot her mentor a grin, "Come with me into the woods tonight. If you're there, I'll be able to kill any witch we find."

Dame Marion let out an annoyed grunt but nodded nonetheless. "Fine, but this is your last chance. Remember, Yeniçeri, your birthday is only a month away." the girl flinched and nodded knowingly, understanding the urgency of the matter.

Nehir waved her mentor goodbye, "I'll see you tonight." she said.

"And the night after that, if you fail," replied Dame Marion in return, earning herself a rude gesture from her mentee, causing her to let out a small chuckle.