The exile of the leader of the hunters

Seth

Walking away from that forest was like taking a part of my body, as if a part of my heart had been removed. Every time I looked at some of my hunting gear, I remembered Billy. I had decided to leave even though everyone wanted to stop me, even though I knew that if I left, everyone would leave.

Because I didn't care anymore, I was totally hopeless in the war. My heart felt frozen, broken. Lysa, my memories were becoming a blur.

I was becoming a shadow belonging to the forest. I just wanted to get away.

But the damned witch was following in my footsteps and I knew it well. She was obsessed with me.

-Don't you have anything better to do? -I asked, with growing annoyance.

At least the anger covered a little of the deep depression.

-I didn't imagine you were such a crybaby. -She said, in her sinister, dismissive tone of voice.

She appeared before me, still as a hooded figure. She was cadaverous, the moonlight making her look even thinner, paler. Her robe was black and purple, somewha