A Young Witch In The Lands: Witch Hunt

Chapter 2: The Town

It had been a while since Luna had been in a large town like Greenwich. The smell of sewers and horse dung could be smelt heavily in the air as clouds of smoke from houses chimneys streaked the sky. Her shoes would click with every step taken on the cobblestone streets, a nice breeze was blowing, men and women all surrounded her going to and from places. Most women held Sun umbrellas with them or even a small fan to fan themselves off in this hot weather.

She had hit an empty road where no one seemed to be, a quiet little area except for a stray cat meowing at another one as if in some sort of conversation. With a smile Luna watched them contentedly with not a care on her mind at the time. When the wind chose just that moment to pick up and blow her ribbon from her hair. She watched it as the wind carried it away half chasing it as she picked up handfuls of her poofy victorian styled dress and walked briskly after it. She was just about to reach out and grasp it back from the air when it fell into a young very nice looking mans hand. Luna curtsied at the young lad keeping her long pink hair tucked behind one ear as she waited for him to say anything.

The young man held perfectly in his hand a thin piece of dark rich green lace ribbon that belonged to the las standing in front of him. He had been so captured by the delicate filigree on the lace that he hadn't even noticed she was there or had curtsied to him. So he respectfully bowed taking off his hat and placing back atop his head when he stood straight and tall finally taking her all in.

She is absolutely beautiful and stunning. And is that pink hair? He would think to himself as he watched her becoming fidgety under his ravenous eyes. Clearing his throat he asked " Does this ribbon belong to you miss?" He clutched at it fearing the answer for he didn't want to let it go something about the ribbon drew him into it encasing him in a warm fuzzy feeling.

"Yes.... my Lord. That is my ribbon. Is it alright if I may take it back you see it was holding my hair back from my eyes." Luna would look at his hand unwilling to reach out and grab the ribbon. Instead she decided to wait until he offered it back up to her.

Her voice was mesmerizing sweet like honey and pure of bliss. He became transfixed with the way she sounded he had fallen in love with this strange and odd girl in just the moments he had met her. Slowly he would open up his hand and took hers gently admiring the smooth softness of it, it felt like rose petals underneath his thumb as he stroked the back of her hand. "I do believe that this is yours then. I shall hold you to your word that it came from your hair and none other."

Luna would look him in the eyes instantly captured by the bright blue like a soft summer's day with no clouds. Luna could only nod her head in slight acknowledgment of what he had said. She felt warm and fuzzy inside her stomach started to have butterflies. She knew all too well what this feeling was and decided to pull her hand away from his slowly as if that could erase the feelings that were now budding with in her.

He knew that she must be wanting to leave soon so he blurted out a bit brutish like, " I am Prince Saxon first and only son to king Sandor. I am the heir to the throne." Saxon would puff out his chest ever so slightly and stand even straighter looking down upon the lady,but not with snottiness but instead curiosity. He knew he had just blurted out who he was and seemingly it had triggered something within her as he watched first shock, then anger, followed by embarrassment all cross her face. She then proceeded to curtsy lower than before hanging her head down low as she whispered "My Prince...."

What is a prince doing here out in the open roaming the streets with no guards? She would look up at him wearily as he stared down upon her still. She could feel her cheeks begin to heat slightly as he looked at her like that; like a delicate piece of flesh he couldn't wait to bite into and take a delicious mouthful from her silky sweet honey milk skin. "My prince is there something wrong?"Luna would ask as her body begin to feel the blaze of his fiery look.

He would shake his head laughing a deep hearty laugh that left her skin with goosebumps. Saxon would reach out his hand gently touching the side of her face as he would look her in the eyes and say politely," I have yet to learn of your name my fair maiden." He would smile a sweet smile but his hunger for her could be seen behind the smile.

A shiver would crawl up her spine as Saxon touched her so gently, but she could tell there was something off about this man. He didn't seem like the prince at all, at least not the descriptions she had heard of the young noble prince since she had arrived last night. Another clue that gave this man away is that he reeked of hours long beer and had not a single guard with him. Luna stepped out and away from his cold embrace looking at him confidently as she raised her chin defiantly,

" I know your not the prince. Your just an imposer pretending to be him. I bet Saxon isn't even your real name, but it's the princes and you aren't him. Now i must be leaving sir."Luna grabbed up her dress turning to leave when he grabbed her forcefully by the arm shoving her to the ground with a sickening thud. Luna had hit her head on the cobblestone street and everything started to become blurry and swam in out and out of focus as he loomed over her readying himself to take her in the middle of the street in mid day.

What he didn't count on was her being a witch who knew how to use her powers very well even in situations like this. She held out her palm and a flash of light pure as the moon itself when its at its fullest, shot from her hand and into the mans chest. He was knocked back a few steps, but stood his ground staring down at his chest with disgust yelling at her " You bitch! What the fuck was that thing!?" Then it finally hit him she was a witch, he took off running and didn't even care to look back at her still lying on the ground.

Luna's head was bleeding slightly from a cut she received from the fall she took caused by that man. She had watched him as he ran he had pissed his pants once he figured out what she was, sighing and shaking her head then groaning in pain she gingerly reached up and dabbed at the blood."Fucker shoved me hard enough that i hit my head." she grumbled as she felt furious with herself for not seeing through his crap earlier.

Finally getting up back on her feet again she shook herself off and dusted her dress off. She continued to walk a bit farther down that street until she found a intersection where it led back to the main roads, she took it not wanting to chance another encounter like that. She was glad and upset she had used her forget spell on him there was a chance it would cover everything or just switch the encounter around, changing them into something that was harmless and kept her identity as a witch concealed.