She has a particular focus on killing, always planing it deep with all aspects of the job seen beforehand. Nothing unexpected, simply because she’s always ready. Her cool consciousness helps her decide better in the moment of tense. When she picks a target, she picks everything that goes with it. Every name and every address, every habit and every liking, even dislikes if necessary. She’d follow them down the streets, through the alleys and into any tavern. But she never considers herself with their thoughts. She never thinks about them. But when she does, she mostly prefers to think of them as already dead. In her opinion everyone has to die. Soon or late, it’s inevitable. And she considers herself some means of it. Cruel and cold-hearted. No illness to get stuck in bed, no suffering, no pain. Happy in one moment and gone the next. They won’t even see her coming, so they won’t have to stare into the dreadful eyes of death.
The damp air tickles her eyelids. The way ahead is a ground all brown and a sky all grey. Evenings around this place must be very dark. When she set on this joinery she was not certain. But she never thought to chase after another witch. Once was enough forever. Every time that heart-aching memory revives in her mind, she sees her brother in front of her. It feels like it’s happening again and she’s staring into his wide open eyes. They were the color of the autumn clouds, a shade of indigo was hidden in his irises. They were always full of love. Whenever he called her, it sounded like her name was safe kept in his mouth. But that dire moment it was all but a storm of hatred in his eyes. His grip still feels over her arm as she reminds that. He held her shoulders so hard that his nails dug in her flesh. The same time her sword pierced through his heart. All the love and care she knew vanished in a moment or a little longer before her eyes. She had to kill her own brother because of a witch. They thought the price was worth the risk. Instead, it costed a price greater than anything she had paid for. She lost her brother!! The witch who they were paid to kill, cursed him into killing his own sister. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. No way on the earth she’d ever pick a sword against her brother. But in that moment she had to kill him in order to survive and give the witch who did that to them her best level of judgment. The bones of that witch still must be hanging from the big old oak tree in the jungle. Though she had her revenge, but she lost a brother so dear. She made a promise with herself and never went after another witch. Be a hundred coins or a thousand or even a chest full of gold, she prefers to stay alive and sound. Witches are dangerous targets to pick. So to hell with the old man. He can go after the reward alone if he wants. She got a better contract for herself. Killing a human is an easy pull for her, even if the target is a queen. She knows more ways and is certainly more professional to breach in a castle with hundreds of guards than to face a witch in the woods.
Somewhere on the ground a little thing shines bright. It is rather than dead leaves, cut branches, earth and dust. She gets on it and lifts the shiny object. A small crown of brilliant stones is something that usually can’t be found in the middle of a forest. She was not sure. But now she is certain that she’s heading towards the right way. She doesn’t even care why the newly crowned king wants the princess dead so bad. She’s only looking forward to get the reward. And she enjoys her hunt too. She can tell by the amount of dirt on the crown and the smell of the forest that it’s soaked with, how long it is that it’s been left over there. There’s a crown but no sign of blood or any smell of dead. Over the fallen leaves some footprints are left on the ground. Two people have walked past that way before. At least she can be sure that the princess is alive. A smile of satisfaction appears on her face. She keeps that crown and tracks the trace that’s left after them. She knows that this is going to be a long and patient hunt.