“So, a witch eh…” There was fear in the people’s eyes, as superstition was the norm and rumor prevalent. They had recently seen an event both baffling and fear striking. It was nighttime then and it was raining. Yet still, they gathered and clamored, hushed whispers of past events and the figure that stood before them.

The glow of torchlight grew as the figure at the crowd’s center grabbed their chin and shook their head postulating. The murmurs and whispers grew and grew until the figure spoke. “What can you tell me about it?” A man pushed through the crowd in a frantic manner. “We was smoking out witches, when we set one out to the pyre.” An old woman interrupted, “Yeah it was this morning, we set her out to burn they she was nabbed by these two men.”

More people from the town came up to speak. “Yeah, they was using magic too! Fire witchery!” “They grabbed her, ran and they all disappeared in a fog of darkness.” “Yeah, it was terrifying… Like the night.” “We couldn’t get a good look at them, but one had a cloak and metal armor just like yourself miss!” She raised her hand in a motion for silence.

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The crowd grew quiet instantly. She approached the townsman that posed the previous inquiry. “Can you tell me what weapon he used.” She spoke quietly but fear was instilled in the member of the mob. He spoke shakily. “A… a… spear! On a… a… chain!” He motioned for him to go back into the crowd and he quickly obliged. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” She snickered.

All the eyes on town were on her, transfixed on her visage. “Metas, Metas, what have you done this time…” She paused. Then she gazed into the crowd. “Father, you look like you know something.” She walked towards the old man, the crowd parting to give way to her. “No…” He was trembling and breathing shakily and heavily.

She raised her sword and it erupted in flame, the fire that emanated was greater than the light of a dozen suns. The light cast revealed her face and streaks of her auburn hair, along with a grinning sneer. Her gold armor sparkled in bright radiance. The crowd raised their hands in fear and covered their eyes. Some were crying, wailing, and praying. Then she put her weapon down and said: “Never mind then, I have my own ways in getting information.” She walked away leaving the old man keeled on the ground crying in terror. The town was a superstitious one. They feared both forces of dark… and light.