Forbidden (A Wanda Maximoff Fanfic)

Chapter 1

It had been years since the world was divided between normal citizens, generally called as the Normies, and humans practicing sorcery and witchcraft, Witches.

The two divisions used to live harmoniously with each other until one normie had enough of how superior other Witches think of their ranks, considering they could literally perform any spell that would make anyone kneel before them.

It started with a simple defiance from the plans set out by one of the witches council leader. But then, the small defiance was followed from one place to another. Deviants was eventually formed, a group of witch hunters sent out to obliterate all witches in the world, creating pure chaos and havoc everywhere.

Peace had only been a foreign word to anyone after that. Knowing that normies' population were far greater than witches, the latter had started to live in hiding for decades, even pretending to be normies every now and then, just to survive.

But not every normie wanted violence, some didn't want to shed any more blood on the streets from unnecessary killings. They knew, witch or not, everyone deserves to live a peaceful life. Thus, the Avengers was formed, set to protect the innocent witches from horrible witch hunters.

That was why Y/n Y/l/n was crouched behind a massive trunk of a Sycamore tree in the deep forest just an hour after the sun had set. With a bow in one hand, she stared at the group of Deviants camping before her. They had a helpless female witch in captive.

One of the hunters crept towards the tied witch who had her mouth gagged to prevent her from using any of her magic. He kneeled before her after he threw a spit on the ground.

"Such a waste of beauty," the man sneered in disgust. "Is this your true form, witch? Or are you hiding your ugly self, huh? Deception, that's what you're good at, eh?"

The witch resisted to be touched as the man cupped her face with a brute force. Y/n couldn't help but feel sorry for the way she was being treated, for any way every witch was treated in the world.

Everyone deserves to live. Witch or not.

That's what Y/n's mother had always told her when she was just a kid. Her parents were kind enough to accept stray witches needing a hiding place from hunters every day and eventually, Y/n learned to be sympathetic towards them. That was why she joined the cause upon reaching young adulthood, the Avengers. Especially when her mentor was also a witch, the kindest one she knew. Or so she thought.

Y/n closed her eyes to shut down the painful memories from the past. She needed to focus on the task at hand.

The witch's cries brought her back to her senses. She wanted to run towards the damsel in distress and punch the air out of the deviant's stomach, but she knew she wouldn't succeed on her mission to save the witch.

Y/n was not a stupid lass. Judging from the muscular forms of the men surrounding the woman, she knew she had no match against them. Right now, all she had was her trusted bow, a few arrows and some wits to help her on her plan.

Y/n's eyes drifted towards the branches above them, where a huge sack of sand was hanging by a rope, aligned perfectly towards the direction of the campfire.

Quiet and adept, Y/n's fingers reached for an arrow from the quiver behind her back, then lined it against her bow. She carefully pulled the bow string along with the nock of the arrow so as not to create any unwanted noise then targeted the arrowhead at the bag of sand.

Heart thudding out loud inside her chest, Y/n closed her eyes once again and took a very deep breath just to calm herself down. She needed good timing, when everyone was close to the fire. Once she opened her eyes, she focused her gaze at the corners of the sack where she's supposed to tear apart.