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I lay quietly in bed that cold, dreary night. I tried desperately not to think of the events earlier that day. I can't. Images of the inquisitor the old woman, and those haunting words that they said to me play relentlessly in my mind. Before then, I hunted witches as if it was an assignment- something I had to do. I never once wondered if it was wrong to hunt someone over something that they couldn't control- a plaque given to them by their ancestors- something that they had no will to be given. But after that day I met the old woman, I started to wonder. Am I not a witch? Does not the same blood that runs through my veins run through theirs? Why am I hunting my own kind? It's like me fighting my own shadow. Did not the old woman day that my own shadow will eventually come and haunt me? At that moment I realized that my colleagues pursue witches also. Does that mean that they will pursue me also- their ally, friend and comrade.

Amon. My partner. This mysterious person. He whose past is a void, present a murky pond, and future forever hidden from the light of day. He whose very being is like a shadow in the dark. He who hides his emotions effortlessly. An image of him standing in front of me surrounded in darkness comes into view. Mercilessly, he points his gun at me. This gun is filled with bullets containing orbo, a chemical compound that has the power to subdue witches. If it hit me then it will all be over, for the chemical is just as lethal as it is synthetic. Dumbfounded, I wondered if he would shoot me. Searching for answers, I stare questionly into his lead gray eyes. The trigger slowly moves. Out of fear and desperation, I meekly cry out, "Amon...Amon," trying to stop him, make him realize that the one his gun is pointed point blank at is me, Robin, his partner. The gun goes off. I watch helplessly as the bullet races toward me. The bullet never hits its target, for I, unable to face that harsh reality, erase the image from my mind.

Silently, I wonder am I doing the right thing by hunting witches, my own blood? Will my friends eventually betray me? Will I continue to aid them in hunting witches or will they hunt me? But overall, will I be able to live in a world where there is an organization whose sole purpose is dedicated in the art of hunting and slaying witches? Hopefully that answer is yes.

Fin~ AN: Special thanks to my fanfic friends at school for reading this and editing this story for me. This could not be possible without you guys. Thank you SOOOOO much : ). And for the rest of you, please R&R : ).