Colette

Just a little girl.

Mood Music

The two men had been following Colette for some time now and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. The forest path she was on eventually led her to a graveyard she often visited. 

Instead of screaming and running all the witch did was sit, legs crossed over a simple grave. The men who had been stalking her appeared moments later, out of the thick woods, they wore leather armor adorned with animal teeth and spikes one was older than the other. Bounty Hunters.

“This little thing is what we’re after, she’s just a little girl!” One of the two men laughed and the other just shook his head “Gold’s gold we-” an empty cold laugh echoed across the graveyard interrupting the older man. The  witch shook with a dark amusement.

“I’ve not been a “little girl” for quite some time, allow me to demonstrate.” With that the witch drew blood from her hand and struck the earth under her with bloodied palm. 

A shadow that had been there the entire time seemed to grow from this action, enveloping the two men. A small smile grew on the witches face as the two men tore each other apart from whatever visions they were seeing.

To one of magical aptitude they’d see the large form of fire blood holding the witch in it’s arms as it cast it’s horrific shadow across the graveyard.