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In the square of the cramped, bustling town was where the wooden stage stood proudly, a beam suspended parallel to it and adorn with thick, hanging ropes. There were four of them, to be exact, their empty nooses swaying ominously in the slight breeze. A crowd of spectators was gathered, riled up and shouting their excitement in a frenzy, like the vicious piranha they were. Stood on the center stage, under the hanging beam, was four women, two guards and a hangs-man, his black hood pulled over his face resembling some sort of reaper. Three of the women's faces were twisted in forlorn grimaces, focused on their feet and avoiding the glare of the crowd.

The third woman in line was casting her gaze into the gathering of devoted townsfolk. She had long, dark hair that tumbled wildly down her chest and back, framing her face like art. Her eyes were dark, chocolate brown, devoid of warmth as she stared into the crowd that was sending her to her demise. Though there was a chill to her brown gaze, her pretty face appeared constantly casual, lacking in any notable expression. She wore a common, peasant dress in white, brown and beige, with a black corset strung under her breasts. Her feet were bare and feet, concealed under her long skirts. Her skin was pale, but flushed with a healthy pink, especially in her cheeks. She appeared much younger than the other three woman, perhaps only entering her twenties. Her hands were bound in front of her lap with rope, like the other three women.

"Gretta Thomson!" The hangman announced as the first elderly lady was brought forth by a guard. "Tried and found guilty of the practice of witchcraft!" He boomed, his thunderous voice feeding the hungry crowd as they shouted at the old woman. The noose was laid around her thin, wrinkled neck, and no sooner, was the hatch beneath her little feet dropped. She let out a ghastly choke as she fell limply through the air, only to be caught by the rope. It snapped her frail neck on impact. Two of the three remaining women began to sob, pray to God and beg for their life, as they stared at their soon to be fate, swinging lifelessly in the breeze.

"Isabelle Frank!" The reaper shouted, gaining a chorus of, 'Kill the witch!' The hooded man continued over the chanting of the crowd, "Convicted of witchcraft and practicing with the devil! Damning evidence including the clothing of recently missing children found in her home!" The townsfolk howled and clamored. The middle aged blonde woman who was shuffled forward to the second rope was sobbing and gasping for sympathy. Her death was not as swift as the first woman's, her neck did not break immediately. She thrashed and bounced about on her tether, until her face turned blue and her eyes bugged.

The young, dark haired woman was lead forward towards the third noose. She did not weep, moan or beg. Her rosy face was stoic as she watched the hangman, while the crowd cast heinous words towards her.

At outside of the inn, There was a hooded sitting while watching the crowds as they spew heinous words towards the last witch to be hang. He look carefully at the girl that he grab the sketch paper of her. He realized that she is the one that he immediately stand up and enter among the crowed.

While he was on the crowed, he prepare a large round smoke bomb that he lightened it.

Amongst the crowd stood a girl no older the twenty. Her paper white skin was all covered, save for her eyes. She wore a simple dark dress with a hooded travelers cloak, and a black clothes covered her lower face. She also wore black gloves and boots. Her eyes, though an illusion, were black as well, her short messy hair matching the color. The few strands that escaped from under the hood were quickly pushed back under. Though in the crowd, she couldn't look more alone. Among the excitement and chaos, she stood perfectly still. Her mask covered her snarl, hatred towards the people around her. So many innocents killed for being accused of what she truly was. As the last of accused was led towards the noose, her mind began to race, searching for a way to help without letting herself be known.

So far she hadn't drawn any attention to herself, despite the way she dressed. She knew her skin would be a give away, so she often covered it when she went out. Not only that, but her other...inhuman features. She snarled to herself as an idea evaded her. What she really needed was a distraction, then she could do as she wished to free the girl.

The noose was carefully pulled over the dark haired woman's head and now laid neatly at her collar bones.
"Farrah Greer!" The hangs man shouted, causing more chaos from the riled up crowd.

Farrah's dark eyes stared out into the gathering, slowly trailing over each furious and shouting face, until they came to rest upon a woman who stood out. The deep, dark chocolate orbs latched upon the slit in the blackness that held the illusion of eyes.

Smoke began to seep through the mass of townfolk like a baleful mist, snaking around their legs and rising once the bomb was lit. People began clammering in confusion, twisting and looking around at the sudden smoke. Some coughed horribly, others shouted, "Witchcraft! Witchcraft! Kill the witch!" The hangs man and guards on the stage of death began to cough and cover their mouths too. "Kill the witch!" The demands echoed through the smoke blanketed town square. The hatch beneath Farrah's bare feet suddenly fell open and she lurched into the thin air.

He put on the face mask on and make his move. He grab a tomahawk and throw it that cut the rope. After that he knock out at the guards and as the smoke beginning to fade, he went quickly to the girl and whistle to call his trusty steed. The black horse with a scar on its left eye arrive before them , he look at the girl and he put her on his steed.

As soon as the smoke covered the sight of many, Bell made her move. In an instant she was to the stage. She got there to find someone already helping the other female. Bell nodded towards the male, and went about making sure the distraction lasted long enough for them to escape. She raised a gloved hand, and began to swing it around. The smoke began to thicken around them, shielding them from the view of the others.

"If we are going to go, we best go now."

She said, her voice rather cold for the intensity of the situation. Her voice was calm, too calm.

Before the rope was able to be pulled taut around her neck, it was sliced, and she fell to the dusty ground beneath the stage instead. The scene above her was one of chaos, people screaming, coughing, shouting instructions through the impossibly thick smoke. It filled her vision, looking like a sea of grey, few movements within reminding her of the monsters that lurked beneath the depths. Suddenly, she felt herself being grabbed, but she did not struggle against the grip as she was hauled up, out and onto the back of a beautiful, black stead. It felt large and strong beneath her thighs, it's powerful breathing filling her with an odd sense of supremacy. Somehow, she'd known that the being man-handling her was no enemy for now.

Her thin fingers weaved themselves into the mane of the scarred horse as a strange, cold voice cut through the wildness of square.
"If we are going to go, we best go now." The words filled her with a rather thrilling excitement, causing a shiver to travel up her spine.

He get in the horse quick and started to move out. But they were chase by guards riding on their horses. He look behind "Sheesh...this will be a hassle. Hold on tightly ma'am!" He gently whip the horse and it run even faster but the guards grab their crossbows and start firing.

Kino was hit on the right should but he doesn't feel the pain. He grab a vial from his sidebag and throw it on the ground that became ice and slippery . The guard's horses slide down and fell that they lost track of them until they escape successfully from the town.

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Aeon had been watching the entire scene from a distance. He didn't want to get involved, that would only lead to trouble, but once people had started to act out, first with the smoke and then with the running off of one of the to-be hanged, he was curious. He never really found witchcraft to be anything bad, simply another art, like being a blacksmith. This led him to grab one of the few weapons he had on display to be sold, a spear, and slipped out into the streets to chase after the people in curiosity. The spear was merely self-defense and a potential act in case the guards wanted to ask what the 17 year old blacksmith was doing chasing after the group.

Upon seeing the ground become coated in ice and grow slick he smiled, shifting the spear that he had grabbed to his back. He used the ice to his advantage to seem like he was trying to catch the two who were running off with the 'witch', but in reality he just wanted to help in some way. He realized that he could finally speak his mind for once, and maybe learn about magic himself! He was fairly young though, so maybe it was all just in his head, but he wanted to at least try and meet with the people.

At one point or another he did lose the fleeing group, letting out a sigh as he slowed down, looking around at the edge of town. "Are you kidding me?" He panted, "I was right on their trail, how did I lose them?" He muttered to himself in mild anger. His chance may have just been gone. No, he wasn't going to give up that easily. With a quick sigh he started to follow the trail out of town, hoping he may run into the group again.

Far away from the town, Kino take a stop that he get off on his horse then she help the young witch down from his black steed. He felt the pain of the arrow that he immediately take off his coat and grab the medicine and bandages from the side bag of his horse.

He take a grip from the arrow from his right shoulder and pull it out with a force. He felt the pain that he quickly put pressures on it.

Bell had followed after the two soon after. Shifting into a near unnoticeable dark mist, as to avoid the guards. She slid along the ice trail left behind, and quickly caught up with the dark horse before her. She remained a mist until the horse stopped, and the two dismounted, then she would shift back into her humanoid form.

Her hood was now thrown back, showing her short, messy black hair. Her mask was also pulled down, showing her paper-white skin. The folds of her cloak were bunched up between a set of black, leathery wings, and a black furry tail extended from her lower back. Her eyes, though, were the most striking. Ruby red, and cat-like.

"That was a foolish move, but effective, none the less."

HE look at bell with a suspicious but sharp eyes. "Who might you be stranger?" Around his neck was a silver cross and he keeps on putting pressure on his wounded part.

On the bouncing ride into the forest on the outskirts of town, Farrah had been twisted around in her seat, her dark eyes locked upon a young boy chasing after them. Though, he was wielding a spear, Farrah knew he was no threat to her. Her brown orbs were locked upon the young blacksmith until the horse had outrun him too far, leaving him out of view. Then, she turned back forward on the horse, smiling to herself. She knew that he'd find them, if he was determined enough to.

Once the hustling getaway ride came to a hault in the forest, she let herself be helped off the beautiful stead like a proper lady, landing in the undergrowth on her bare feet with a crunch of leaves and small rigs. Silently, she watched for a moment as Kino yanked the arrow from his shoulder. When Bell spoke up in her rather haunting voice, Farrah turned her attention to the peculiar female as well.

"I owe you both my gratitude. Though, I suppose you know, you'll never be able to comfortably return to that town. I truly hope neither of you had made home there. I hope neither of you will miss what you've given up for me." The lass spoke softly, her voice somewhat deeper in tone, rather sultry. She smelled of licorice and pine trees. Her chocolate gaze shifted between the intriguing woman with the wings and the man with the wounded shoulder.

"Why is it that you two have done what you did for me?" She inquired, brushing some thick locks of dark hair behind one of her ears.

Aeon had followed the trail that lead from the town. He had saw the black horse move in that direction until it became out of eyesight. With his spear slung across his back and his messenger bag tucked just beneath the cloak he was wearing, he pressed on and into the forest. With a bit of luck, and hoping that the group stopped, he may be able to catch up with them.

He kept telling himself that in his head, suddenly seeing something in the distance. Still a fair ways away, but able to distinguish small, vague details. A man, two women and a black horse. It was the group he had been chasing, now he hoped they didn't run off while he was approaching, he wasn't within earshot, but could tell they were conversing.

Kino Look at Farrah while he pour herb water on the wounded part then patches up with bandages. " Well its a long story...by the way names Kino Onstone..once a crusader of the order then became a traveler." He stand up as she flex his shoulder.

"I hate seeing our kind, that is assuming you are a witch, ruthlessly persecuted. So many innocents killed for no more the a simple charm, or even healing someone. It's a pointless, malicious, crusade."

She black haired girl replied rather simply. Upon being up close, and uncovered, she looked rather young. No more the twenty. Though calling herself a witch was an understatement of what she really was, which she would keep hidden from even her closest friends.

"I, if you must know, am Bellitudo Shadows. Though you can call me Bell. It is easier to remember."

She answered Kino, adding a short curtsy with it. Even with her cold voice and darker looking appearance, she was no stranger to manners and politeness. As she was raised to treat everyone with respect, except those that don't deserve it.

" Nice to meet you Miss Bell and that rather a cute name to be honest." He turn his gaze to Farrah . "Listen closely...The reason that I look for you it because the Goddess of Light told me that you posses a gift that can help the innocent. So I travel 3 days in search of you and I would bring you to the place called Magic Chantry."

Farrah seemed rather pleased and content with Bell's explanation of saving her, though she couldn't help but wonder why the two woman before Farrah had been left to their fates. She didn't question it though, no use in it. A pretty smile graced her soft features as Bell introduced herself and curtsied, as Farrah also had an appreciation for manners. She dipped her head in return, some of her hair flowing towards her face with the action. "Pleasure to meet you Miss Bell, and you Sir Kino. I am Farrah Greer, as I'm sure you've both heard." Farrah introduced herself.

When Kino grew more serious and turned his eyes back towards Farrah, her chocolate gaze met his steadily. She listened to what her had to say, but seemed to grow slightly amused. "I am sorry sir, but I don't know what your Mistress of Light could be referring to. I am not truly a helper of the innocent." Farrah replied, honestly. "But I am grateful for your help." She added.