The witch ran past the trees, her footsteps echoing through the path that she picked and left behind. With the moon that had hidden behind the clouds, the forest had turned darker, and it made her believe that it was an easy escape. The couple she left behind would not be able to catch up to—
Suddenly, Sable heard something flap above her, and it sounded bigger than a bird's wings. She then made her way towards a tree behind which she had placed her belongings, but they were missing.
"Looking for this one here?" Hadeon inquired while holding a crooked broom in his hand.
"You are fast," Sable acknowledged, and she said, "Give me my broom. Hand it back to me, unless you want to die while writhing against the ground."