Thall Shalt Repent

Jen turned to walk out of the forest as the fox's now dead eyes stared at her, and the body vanished. She didn't stay a word as she steadily walked farther and farther away. I was a fool to think that fox was cute. Now word will get around that I'm soft and I'll never finds mum. I'm a terrible water witch. she thought.

Jen kept her eyes down. "I-..I know, s-sorry for the confusion..." she said wishing she had known that the fox was a bad thing. I am such an idiot! I can't even tell good from bad!!

Jen kept her face donw, blushing to a deep red. "I-I just thoguht t-that it m-might not b-be a bad t-thing..." she muttered, hardly loud enough to hear, bu quiet enough to go almost unnoticed. She tried to ignore his smiling face but was forced to smile just a bit and edge her face up slowly.

"J-Jen. Y-yours?" she asked shakily, scared about giving her name out. She had more courage now that he was.. doing.. something... onto his cheek. Curiousity outgrew fear, and she asked without any hesitation, "What are you doing on your cheek?"

Jen stiffened at the word witchhunter. She glanced over at him, fearing for not only her life but for her missing mothers. Would he turn on her suddenly and attack? I must be mad, hanging around with someone who might have killed mum! He may do the same thing to me! she relaxed a bit at his last words. Only the good, eh? He couldn't have done it to mum. She felt much better. "I see... So that fox was really evil?" she asked, "Around where I used to live, Mum said that there were all kinds of sea-demons getting cause in the tides and washing up on the shore. Quite a nasty smell, if you ask me...."