The moon smiled over Death City as blood dripped through its teeth. The sound of glass shattering echoed through the night.
"You're not getting away witch!" declared a meister as she strung another arrow. She released it.
Chann the witch who was being hunted at the moment dodged it. She jumped out of her now shattered apartment window down to meet her attackers. She thought she had given them the slip. She gave a small sigh.
POV SWITCH
I don't do anything too bad. I just wreck a few buildings, freeze a few people for practice. I don't need to be hunted like this. The meister shot another arrow. I caught this one instead of dodging. With a simple spell the arrow turns to dust in my hands. The meister did a little maneuvering and then sprang up about to let go of another arrow. I'm pretty sure this is supposed to be a kill shot.
"Wolfy wolves, wofly wolves, wolfy wolves Arctic freeze!" I chanted.
The meister and weapon fell to the ground with a clatter, a layer of ice now surrounding them. They weren't dead, if I killed them Death would send more meisters and weapons after me. If he weren't sending them already. I have heard that some students just go out and find a witches. I had been using soul protection, but I guess when you wreck a building or two people can tell you're a witch.
I went up to my apartment casted a spell to cloak me and the apartment, then collapsed on my bed.
POV CHANGE
The sun chuckled hartely in the sky when Chann awoke with a stretch. She was adorned in her light blue cloud pajamas. Chann got up and heard the crunch of broken glass beneath her fuzzy slippers.
"Right that happened last night. That was the third window this month."
Chann let out a yawn. She dawned her Midnight blue dress that stopped to her knees in a triangle patten. The hem was had some decorative holes in it with white fabric showing through. She then pulled on nice black leather high heel boots.
Chann waved her hand and her usual breakfast prepared itself. Cereal and toast with peanut butter. As Chann partook in her breakfast she scanned the newspaper.
"There's that werewolf," she said in annoyance. Due to the fact both of them deal with wolves in their magic the witches council had to interrogate her to be sure they weren't related or that she wasn't an accomplice of his. Chann had never met him, but she greatly disliked him for the trouble she had to deal with.
After breakfast Chann went out to the market. She had realized she was out of peanut butter.
POV CHANGE
I'm not sure why I love peanut butter so much. I mean, it so gooey and its horrible when its on your clothes. Yet, I love it so much, especially on toast. As I walked to the market I couldn't help but notice everyone staring at me and whispering. Perhaps its because I looks so good in this dress. So I got to the store and then went to the checkout. The casher was so nervous, his hands shaking. That's when I heard it.
"Yes, she's here... Okay... Please hurry" said a sales clerk into a phone.
They were called the DWMA on me. Then a newspaper photo in a stand caught my eye. It was the picture of those kids I froze. I skipped the front page today because the front page usually has extremely long articles. I had to move fast.
"WOLFY WOLFS!"
With that smoke filled the store. I dashed out. Thank you sharp senses. I could tell a meister was almost at the store too. They always carried a similar smell on them.
I got to my apartment. Quickly I grabbed a black witch hat with the curly point, I loved this hat, but I could never wear it because it screamed witch. I then went to my magic room. It was cluttered with potion ingredients, potions and my spell spell book that now sat on a cluttered table. I was never much of the clenly type. I flipped through it trying to find a good transport spell. I had to get away from here. I was tired of meisters, weapons, Death, the freaking DWMA. I could go to South America or Jamaica. I'm sure the weather is nice this time of year.
No, no matter where I went the things I don't want would be there. They would be there no matter where I went...
Perhaps I could go another dimension! Oh how perfect. I flipped through my spell book some more. I was tempted to go to a dimension never heard of before or documented, but witches have done that and have never come back. As soon as I got to the section of my spell book I had decided to pick a place at random.
I flipped the pages and stopped. Oh, I had been here before. Everyone was obsessed with this card game, it was called Duel Monsters? And I think they rode on motorcycles. I decided not to go through that headache again.
"On second thought let's just go somewhere I've never heard before."
I flipped the pages to the spell of transport. Going somewhere undocumented wasn't tricky, it actually took less concentration. With an incantation and some incense I was gone.
POV CHANGE
Chann landed with a thud. She looked around and the first thing she noticed was that everything seemed to be from a different century.
"I just hope things here aren't too dated."
Chann read the signs around her and deduce she was in a city called Dublith. She walked around exploring things. Then a large gust of wind blew.
"Hey witch!" shouted someone from behind her.
Chann froze.
"Did they know about witches?" she thought.
Chann turned and saw that it was a man who had called her out. He was wearing a blue uniform and he was holding her hat.
"Your witch hat Miss. Its quite lovely, it'd be a shame for you to lose it. Are you going to a costume party?"
Chann was taken aback.
"So witches didn't really exist here," she thought "A costume? Really my clothes look like a costume?"
"No not a costume party. Thank you for getting me my hat."
"Not a problem Miss. I'm just an Officer who was doing the right thing," the officer then walked off.
"So this is their law enforcement? Hm, and no real witches here either," Chann thought as she put on her hat. "I think I'm going to like it here."
(A.n So this is chapter one! Hope you enjoyed it. Please leave comments so I can know how to improve and to know what went right. RandomkidCoco out!)