The rain softly dripped onto the dark wooden house in the middle of the woods, on the outskirts of town. Through the window, masked by the droplets of water, the faint outline of a woman could be spotted. She was sewing, like most woman did, who'd been taught since they were young.
Her light brown orbs flickered back and forth, intent on their mission to complete the task at hand. Her bangs dropped around her face as she looked down, the rest of her dark brown locks tied up in a messy bun. Her glasses tilted downwards, appearing as if they were about to fall off.
The woman's clothes were dirtied, her long brown dress torn and faded like many of the others she owned. She found peace in the sound of the rain, she even hummed along to it as she worked.
The rain, however, covered up the screams of agony being emitted from the people in the town close to her home. There was always screams, and smoke. Witches being burned at the stake, and the people cheering the ones who lit the fires on. 'Burn.' They'd chant, calling the poor girl who had the horrible fate of being strewn up on that piece of wood a demon or a devil.
But today was different. There was more screams then ever before, screams that amounted to a whole city being slaughtered in her midst.
She couldn't of known what fate had lined up for her, the only thing she knew was that their was a loud rapping that met her door, that poorly matched the beat of the rain against her little wooden house.
Of course, our little brunette stood up and brushed off her dress, walking to the door and wrapping her fingers around the door knob with no hesitation what so ever.
When the door warily creaked open, she was met by another surprise. A black haired man, who was truthfully quite short but cloaked in armor and a thick layer of blood, was carrying a young girl around the age of two or three in his arms. He looked so tired, and the words he emitted from his mouth were slurred and messily drawn out.
"Please, let us in." The young child was passed out, and blood covered her head, but the woman couldn't tell if it was the child's or someone else s. Both were just as likely.
They were both allowed into her small wooden house, the woman stepping back and allowing them in. She grabbed the child from the mans arms, and he walked towards the couch before passing out cold.
"I'll do more then let you in, I'll save you both." The woman whispered softly as she smiled, before carrying the child off into the back of the house.
The next morning the sky was clear, as light filtered in through the windows. The smell of eggs flowed towards the mans nose as he awoke, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
The woman's house was a mess, a complete disaster. It was like a tornado had run through it, dirty dishes lined the kitchen area, clothes strewn about, and vials of odd looking mixtures in ever possible crack in the house.
From a single glance of the woman's house, it was easy to tell she was your stereotypical witch. Truthfully, the man didn't mind all that much, the women had allowed him to stay here to rest, and the child.. where did she go?
He stood up, groggily walking towards where the women was as his eyes blackened from standing up too quickly.
The woman turned to him and smiled, grasping his hands as her eyes widened. "Hello I'm Hanji Zoe! It's great to see you, how are you, what happened, is that your child?" She threw so many words at him, in such a short amount of time, he could hardly process it.
"Thank you.. Hanji. I'm fine." He was a bit sore, of course, but that was to be expected. "There was a battle in the neighboring town, and of course that child isn't mine." He was a bit offended by her last question, but shook it off.
"Name?" The woaen, apparently Hanji, asked, staring into his eyes as she released his hands.
"Levi." He replied, breaking away his eyes from hers. "How's the child, witch?" He asked her, to see how she'd reply.
She grinned, nodding. "The child is fine, I used some of my witchy voodoo on her.. and you."
Levi paused, nodding. "Where is she then?" He asked, doubting how reliable a witch could truly be.
"She's ri-" Hanji was cut off by the young girl running forward from around the corner of the house. "There."
The young girl grasped Hanji's leg, smiling brightly. "She doesn't remember anything though, the blow to her head was quite serious. That's probably for the best though." She explained, picking the girl up.
Levi nodded, letting out a sigh and watching the two interact with each other. The girl called Hanji mother, which surprised him quite a bit. "Annie you're so cute." Hanji cooed, holding the girl close. Once washed free of blood, the girl had vibrant blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
"You renamed her?" Levi asked skeptically, eyes narrowed.
"Of course, I don't know her name, do you?" Hanji replied, blinking curiously from beneath her glasses.
"No.." He replied, but his eyes widened a bit. "You're burning the food." He told her, and Hanji set the child down and turned around, raising her hands to her head and letting out a small scream.
Damn, this witch was weird.