(A.N. Hey there all you faithful readers! So, I wanted to know, do you think I should update Guardian Angel, What is the Truth? or Modern Witches more often? Tell me in the reviews! Remember: I update when it works for me, not you guys.

Random guard POV:

That one witch, Max I think, keeps grinning at me. And, if I'm not mistaken, she's trying to mess with me. Now worried, I ran my hand through my long black hair.

All I have to do is get all 21 witches to the hanging post (A.N. I don't actually know what it's called) and then my job is done.

That shouldn't be too hard.

Max POV:

That's it! I finally remembered the time travel spell. I think I should make a dramatic exit, so I'll wait till the execution. Insert the evil smile here.

As the guards left us to the hanging post, the guard on my right glanced over at me. "You know, witch, if you weren't an evil being, you'd actually be really pretty. So, I think I should give you the honor of knowing my name. Nicolas Walker."

At first I was rather shocked. This guard thinks I'm pretty? Then, I realized how stuck up this guy is. "You probably already know my name."

He nodded his head, causing his long hair to fall in his face. And that was all she wrote. Or, in this case, all he said. But, that's not the real saying... Oh never mind.

Anyways, back to reality. Well, my reality. Your reality is probably nothing like this. Oh, poop. You know what? I have ADHD. Deal with it.

The guards shoved me and the other two girls into a line of dirty, sick looking women. I looked at all of them. There were five 7-or-so year olds, two 3-or-so year olds, and the rest looks about 15-20 years old.

How could people be so evil?

I should be the only one who dies here.

Slowly, the line of women disappeared. Killed off. Murdered, even though they were innocent. Whatever you want to call it, it's inhumane.

It was finally time for me, Angel-Face and Black-Haired Girl to be hanged. We were pushed onto the platform, the noose was fitted around our necks, and black hoods were carelessly thrown over our heads.

"Any last words, witches? Angel, you first."

Ah. So Angel is her name. It fits that little blondie so perfectly.

"I love m-my mama, papa, brothers, and sister. I will miss you all so much..." the poor child started to sob, uncontrollably.

A lever was pulled. She fell down, then the rope was taut. Only me and Black-Haired Girl now.

"Ella? What about you?"

Black-Haired Girl = Ella. Got it.

"I am not a witch. They do not exist." I could practically feel her looking at me, as if to say, You're welcome. Another lever pulled. Another innocent death.

"Maximum? Say your last words."

I smiled. "Maestrau haeture."

"No! Stop that witch! Stop her! Get her! You bi-"

That was all I heard before was in total peace.

Time travel is so much fun.

(A.N. So? Likey? Please tell me in your reviews. Still short, I'm sorry. But, Fang should be in the next chapter. :3 I might not update either of my stories within the rest of this week, or next week. This weekend I am celebrating my birthday with friends, then next weekend, I'll celebrate with my family. So I will be busy with presents!

Peace off

coaxie)