I stared without blinking at the angry scene before my horrified eyes. The hunter stared at me, laughing evilly; mocking me. If I could only run fast enough. I smiled, keeping my cool.
"Witch? What witch?" I asked, putting on my best poker-face. The hunter rolled his eyes.
"Both you and I know fully well what witch I am reffering to!" He shouted angrily. I smiled,
"The strength of the tree, the purity of water, the heat of the flame and the light of your altar, guide me, Goddess." I chanted. And then I disappeared. I could imagine the hunter's face; angered and bewildered. King James I had sent his best, who never came back empty-handed. Until now.