How To Burn A Witch |DISCONTINUED|

Chapter 9

Trigger Warning: this chapter contains death so I suggest you skip this chapter if this topic can be triggering for you 

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The darkness enveloped the woods near L'Académie like a child wrapping themself into their blanket when they are scared of the supposed monster in their closet.

The perfect night for a hunt. Nehir prowled through the forest, following the scent of sage and rosemary which indicated the use of magic.

Though she was upset with Dame Marion for forcing her to hunt when she had passed out a few minutes prior, her face lifted up into a smile. Tonight is the night.

Nehir unsheathed her curved dagger, knowing it would have little to no effect on a witch given their quick immune system.

She shot a look at Dame Marion, her superior had put her curly hair into thick, long braids that ended near her waist.

"You look fierce." commented the trainee, a smile on her face as she interrupted her mentor before she could answer, "For an old hag."

This earned her a shoe to the face, "I'm thirty two you inconsiderate ass!" exclaimed the older woman, playing with her braids, "And I agree. I do look fierce."

The two snickered and continued to follow the trail, letting their noses guide them through the thick canopy of trees and bushes.

"I feel like a dog." grumbled the huntress-in-training as she took a big sniff of the air and decided to turn right. The smell of magic was more prominent there. Dame Marion chuckled but didn't say anything.

Right as Nehir was going to ask as to why Polaris wasn't with them if they were going to cooperate, her mentor put a finger to her lips and signaled her to stay quiet.

The girl nodded excitedly and looked beyond the trees, her eyes widening at the witch in front of her. He had short white hair, light brown skin and dark onyx eyes. Polaris better not be trying to trick me with this plan or I swear I will kill her.

Next to him stood another man, a little bit shorter and a lot skinnier, he had copper hair, wide shoulders and looked unarmed. The two were holding hands and looked to be talking about something important. After a few minutes, the white haired man mumbled something into the other man's ear, gave him a quick kiss and walked away, leaving the redhead alone.

There's no third witch. Nehir reminded herself not to worry, whatever her plan was, she wasn't going to let Polaris steal her kill.

Dame Marion stopped her by putting a hand on her shoulder before she could make her way towards the witches. Nehir pushed her hand off.

"Go for the redhead. He's skinnier and around your height. I'll go and tell Polaris to prepare the stake and hay," her mentor started walking away but then paused.

"I'll help you out if the white haired one comes back and tries to interfere." the girl nodded and made her way towards her target. Rope in one hand, dagger in the other, Nehir slowly prowled towards her unsuspecting target.

She lifted her arm above her head, dagger glinting in the moonlight as she brought her hand down, only for her dagger to pass through the witch. An illusion!

She let out a rueful sigh, knowing all too well that this fight would most likely be her against a small army of illusions.

I will not give up. She looked around her, waiting for her target to appear before her and attack. She felt something boiling hot hit her skin and bit back a scream.