Gun shots wake me up, sitting in my bed, I hear the slamming of a door opening, then my mother runs in with my little sister in her arms.
She grabs my my hand pulling me out of bed, and out the house into the woods.
"Mom what's going on?" I ask frightened.
"Witch Hunters!" she answers, dragging me into the woods. Once we are fear away she stops getting onto her knees
"Sin! Sin! Listen to me! You have to run! Far away! Remember your father and I love you both! She kisses our foreheads.
"Live my children!" my mother hands me my 1 year old sister in my arms. She's wrapped in a blanket asleep, obvious to the screams and gun shots. I tighten my arms around her. I look at my mother's tear stained face. Her long white hair messy with twigs and leaves, her silver eyes full of pain. I kiss her before turning and running not looking back.
At 14 years old I became the guardian of my little sister, at 14 I lost my parents and whole coven to Witch Hunters.
For days I ran with my sister in my arms, I ran until I couldn't run no more. We hid in caves, abandoned houses. For 4 years I've been on the run with my little sister. I have to live. For my parents, for my coven.
6 months later: in an abandon house, was the first time they found us. I couldn't get Jena to calm down, her screams drawing the Witch Hunters closer. That night they almost killed us, they shot bullets at the house. I fall to the ground covering Jena with my body, as bullets fly over us. With me holding Jena to my chest, I cast a spell to shield us from the bullets, then I ran out the house with the hunters running after us. We escaped them, by me casting an invisibility spell. They ran right past us.
1 year later: we were walking in the woods. Jena was telling me about the bunny she has befriended, when gun shots had me picking up Jena, then running as fast as I could, as bullets hit the trees. We escaped by running across a river then freezing it.
3 years later: We were in the city, living in a homeless shelter. When I was looking for a job looking at the help wanted signs when they found us again. I was walking down the street when they saw us. If the streets weren't crowded that day, they would of gotten us.
A snapping of a twig wakes me up, looking through the mouth of the cave, I see the witch hunters. There are 5 of them. They have been chasing us for weeks now. I cast a spell to make me light on my feet, to not make any sound. I grab Jena my sleeping sister in my arms before quietly moving to the back of the cave, to the the little hole. I get on my knees before crawling out the cave. With Jena still in my arms, I run as fast as I can. I ran between the trees.
"Get him!" I hear behind. The sounds of five foot steps stomps behind me. The trees become a blur as I run from them. Jena wakes up, seeing that we are running she moves to where her legs are wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck, her face in my neck.
I keep running, bullets fly around us. Fear fills me, but I push through it, I can't let them get Jena. I run faster. I feel that I pass onto a werewolf territory, but I still run, I pass a blue blurry lake.
A bullet hits my shoulder sending me to my knees, for the bullet was dipped in ashes. A witches weakness. Another one hits my lower back causing extreme pain making me scream out.
The reason ash is toxic to witches are because, witches are of life, and ash is of death.
Hearing them coming closer, I lower myself to the ground, covering my body over Jena's. They come out of the woods, seeing me in the ground they run over to me kicking me in the face and stomping on my back. Black surrounds my eye sight. Before I pass out a dangerous growl stops them. I turn the last thing I see are big beautiful bloody red wolves tearing at the hunters.
