Florah quickly withdrew her head, hiding her whole body fully behind the tree. "He can see me!" Florah whispered not so lightly.
'I have to get away from them' Florah thought terrified.
'That voice!!' She thought wide eyed.
'I know that voice'. Florah thought again
"Oh no, that can't be him. Why would he be here" Florah muttered in horror.
Peeping again she saw his back and thought 'if that was him, he would have silver hair and he wouldn't be wearing those clothes'. She remembered his closet back in the castle that was filled with expensive coats, numerous shirts and well polished shoes.
She convinced herself that the person that had saved her wasn't the one, she ran from.
She heard something hit the ground and then someone groaned in pain.
Peeping again, she saw her saviour raise his arm for the man named Rando to hoist up in the air struggling. The man looked like he was being strangled, the veins on his neck were very visible. Popping out of his skin in suffocation.
Rando scratched his neck, gasping for air as his face turned blue due to the lack of oxygen.
Florah saw her other captor Almo, run in distress leaving his friend to his own death.
She also looked around wondering why she was even still hiding there.
If Florah didn't need anymore clarification, she saw Rando's arms and legs bend and break in an unnatural way with him still in the air.
He made incoherent noises, his face looked to be in pain. Tears ran down his face as he struggled to be realised.
Florah watched wide eyed, her heart beat accelerated in a disoriented rhythm. Scared looking at what the man had done to her captor.
Seeing no more reason for her to be there, Florah quietly tiptoed away from the place.
Right when she thought that she was at a safe distance away from the man, she heard a painfilled scream from the man.
Florah jerked into a sprint running away from the scene, praying to never experience something of the sort ever again.
Gavriel heard the girl run away, her loud heart beat enticing him to chase her.
As much as he was tempted to do so, he remembered the ran away idiot that he saw punch and pinch what was his.
Locating the idiot, he called "Matthew".
"Yes, sire" the butler appeared out of nowhere ready to answer his King's call.
"Take him". Gavriel instructed before he sped away to find the other witch.
Matthew dragged the broken foot of the unconscious witch to the black portal that opened up when a drop of his blood dropped to the ground.
The portal disappeared as soon as they walked through it.
Almo ran without looking back, the aura he felt from that man was even worse than the one he felt from his mistress.
He didn't feel any bit of remorse for leaving Rando in that Monster's hands. The only thing that ran through his mind was to save himself.
Everything was going well untill he came. 'What did he want? Was it the girl? They weren't even sure if she was special at all. Wait,, Rando's fire wave didn't affect her the least'.
"SHE WAS THE ONE, THE MISTRESS WANTED". Almo thought out loud.
He stopped in his tracks upon the realisation.
But when he heard the painful scream of his former companion, that acted as a motivation for his feet to run faster ignoring everything else.
He muttered spells to accelerate his speed. He couldn't wait to see the mistress and tell her about what he found out.
Little did Almo know that nomatter how fast he ran, the king would still find him without trying so hard.
'Wwhhh' A whistle sounded in the cold vast forest.
Almo's heart beat accelerated in horror "Don't look back, Don't" he desperately told himself as he continued to chase the wind.
The witch ran as fast as his feet could carry him hoping to go away as far as he could, from the cold hearted man whistling. That could be the key bearer to his personal hell.
The whistling king leisurely strolled in the dark forest, smirking at the desperate old witch who thought he had a chance running away from him.
"I thought one gets wiser with age, but the old fools I so unfortunately encounter prove me wrong". The king muttered aggrieved by his misfortune.
Jumping to the canopy of one of the tall trees in the forest, Gavriel spread out his arms to his sides whispering a short spell,
His appearance changed back to its original one with silver hair, black eyes with features perfectly sculpted to stir envy among both men and women.
"Aaahh much better" he muttered in relief, his silver hair blew in the wind with his eyes twinkling in mischief.
"Okay lets finish this, I would hate to keep Red waiting for long".
With that said Gavriel flicked his fingers, "Aaahhhhh".
Another terrified scream rang in the dark forest, Almo who was busy making his escape was screamed when he felt his body being lifted up in the air.
He tried to use his vines to hold on to trees but that seemed futile because no matter the strength he used, the vines ended up snapping.
What made him more terrified was that the higher he rose, the weaker his magic became yet he was very powerful or so he thought.
He had screamed in terror because he felt his body grow weaker and lighter, nolonger feeling his magic.
"No, No, Nooooo" Almo berated feeling powerless. His body just rose higher untill he reached above the trees.
With his heart drumming in his ears, Almo looked at the silver haired man who stood on top of a tree.
The realisation of who the man was left his body cold and numb knowing that he was as good as dead.