Episode four

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The witch, in the meantime, has taken a longer rest, from their walk. While the cold season was getting closer, their rations got smaller. So he decided to take a break. He found a hollow, yet very strong, tree, that servers him as a little shack. They´ve made themself a weapon, to fire arrows with, out of the branches they´ve found, and some string from their bag. Why he knew how to craft such thing, is a puzzle to the witch. However, they needed food, so there was no time to question such things. The goal was to get as much food as possible and then move on, from the forest. But the time has made it hard for them, to find anything edible, at all. The last few days were spent killing little rabbits or birds and then immediately use them for dinner. They would only find food, that would be sufficient for one day.

Except for this specific day. The arrow finds it´s way into the target's head. With a last bleat, the deer falls into the snow. Carefully, the witch comes closer to his target laying on the ground. Before taking out the arrow, he folds his hands and rests his face against them. Little clouds spread around the air, surrounding them, as they whisper a little prayer, for the life they just took. The witch doesn´t really seem to believe in a god, even tho, their existence is undeniable, in this world, but this is the way, they pay their respect for the innocent they´ve killed. As they reach out, to remove the arrow, he spots a much darker trail of red, in the snow. This trail is definitely not coming from the corpse in front of them, as it leads the way into a direction, the deer hasn´t come from. It also is way too dark, to represent fresh blood. To this day, the little witch doesn´t know why, but they felt a strong need, to go after this trail. So, having pulled the arrow out and heaved the body onto their shoulder, they follow the reddening.

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