Sakura
The Woods blackness was strangely uncomfortable tonight. It was too quiet. Crisp leaves whistle themselves in spirals as they fall of the thick oak trees,gently settling on the ground. I crept quickly through the blackness, my heart racing in case I ran into one of the men. The crunching of twigs unsettles the atmosphere. A distinct muttering was in the distance, "shit, shit, shit" I panicked as I scrambled around for a hiding place. The voice didn't seem to be any closer for some reason. I lay hid in damp leaves as I wait for sometime till I figured out what I was going to do. I held my backpack in my left hand as I steadied myself up a tree, noticing the blade marks with my fingers and clenched my fist. After I camouflaged my self into the silhouettes, the voices of the men got nearer and nearer, till I reached their camp. The more I freaked out about the men the more I had second thoughts to run away, but I couldn't turn back now.
My name is Sakura Aora and I am a 17 year old witch who's family descendants come from centuries ago. The men that I tell you a story about are the well known 'terrorists' towards us witches. They hunt us with guns, knifes,pitchforks and throw stuff at us to try and harm. I am on a mission for my mother as she is the only witch (apart from me) left in the family. The rest? They got killed my these monsters, these hooligans. The only way I can protect the one person left in my life is getting revenge. My mum can't go, she's too weak. My dad and my two brothers died because of these bastards and today Is the day we get our own back.
I am a captain in witch terms, So is my mum. She taught me everything from self defence to fighting to survival. I needed to prepare myself before this fight, since there was just one of me and fourteen of them.
A circle flashlight beam flash through my blue hair, I startled and stood deadly still. Have I been spotted? Hundreds of thoughts went through my head, my life flashed before my eyes, my eyes fell gray. I was not alone. I shot down swiftly and crept through the wet bushes. The soaking leaves hit my face as I scrambled down on the earth. I froze. It got cold and deadly quiet. All the distant lights I saw earlier had now all gone out. The forest was pitch black again.