Roman was surprised when he reached the spot where the witch of the earth lived. Everything seemed to flourish around the cottage. Trees, bushes, flowers, animals, a small river flowing through it all. He had expected a deserted looking place like the other three had.
The door opened to her home. He duck down to take in the woman that came out. They all really seemed to have the same way of dressing. She wore a knee long, mud brown dress. Her hair was hazelnut brown, and her eyes were forest green. She was looking towards his hiding place with a smile on his face. In any other scenario she would have looked like a normal woman. He knew better. He knew the power she possessed.
"Come on over!" She yelled.
She waved her hand in the air to beckon him over. Once again he had been caught when he didn't want to. He was on his own. He had no backup this time. He had to finish the job and kill her so the world could finally be free of its last witch.
He stood up and rolled his left shoulder. It was really bothering him again. He stepped out of his hiding place and moved towards the cottage. He sighed in relief when he spotted the stone path going through the grass. He wasn't going to take any chances with her. She wouldn't be able to open up the ground and swallow him. He stepped out on the stones and made sure only to step on them as he moved towards her. He stopped at a safe distance and clenched his fingers around his dagger.
"Diantha," he said.
"Roman," she countered. "You don't need that."
She pointed at the dagger in his hand. He held on tighter to it. No way was he letting go of it.
"I'll release it once it's inside your blackened heart!" He growled.
"No need to play tough around me. It's just us. Your team members are no longer around to hear you talk big talk," she said.
"Don't you fucking dare mention them!" He yelled.
"Jimmy, Seth, Jey," she smirked.
His knuckles were turning white at how hard he was clenching the dagger. He looked down to make sure he once again stepped foot on the stones as he started moving towards her.
"I'm gonna fucking kill you!" He growled.
"Wrong," she said. "You're wrong a lot."
She raised her hands. He stopped on the stone he was standing on. He was sure he was safe. To his surprised tree roots came flying towards him and wrapped around his wrists and ankles. He couldn't move.
"What the hell?" He asked.
"You're a funny one," she chuckled. "All this time men like you have underestimated me. Earth must mean sand and dirt, right? You forget about the entire nature that's connected with the ground. I control it all."
"Fuck!" He growled.
"I'm the oldest witch alive. Do you know why? Because men like you always think they should save me for last. Meanwhile they fall one by one until they finally make it here. All worn out and tired from previous fights and mourning their lost ones. They've given up before they reach me," she said.
She walked over to him and placed her hand on his left shoulder. He screamed in pain. She smirked and took a step back.
"You're the last of your kind, witch hunter," she said.
"And you're the last of your kind, witch!" He yelled. "Release me. Make it a fair fight and see which one of us come out victorious."
"Am I? Am I really the last of my kind?" She asked.
He opened his mouth to say something but no words came out. He suddenly felt uneasy. He had been so sure the elemental witches were the last four standing.
"Men like you only know what we let you know. We put out decoys to learn about you. We've taken down many witch hunters over decades. Your team was the final one standing. Now there's only you left. We knew you would come, how many there would be and when you would arrive," she said. "Sisters!"
From her cottage the three other elemental witches came walking out.
"No way," Roman whispered.
"You never killed anyone. You only saw what we wanted you to see," Diantha said.
"Look at him all shaking in his pants," Euphemia chuckled. "He's all your, Diantha. We took our share already."
"He's all mine indeed," Diantha smirked.
Diantha grabbed Roman's jaw tightly and forced his head to the side.
"Look," Diantha said.
Roman saw a lot of women making their ways towards them. All in knee long dresses in different colors. His head was spinning.
"Look at them, Roman," Diantha said. "We got witches for everything. Light, darkness, weather, the animals, every fucking thing you can think of. There's so many of us out there that we never allowed you to know about. You thought you were taking down the final four. You're a fool."
"No," Roman whispered.
"Yes," Diantha said. "You're the last of your kind, witch hunter. From today no more will be left."
"You bitch!" Roman yelled. "You fucking useless, little bitch!"
"Useless?" Diantha asked.
"Kill him already," Riviera said.
"Show him how powerful the witch of the earth truly is," Mindy said.
"Your blood will fertilize the earth and make me even stronger," Diantha said.
Diantha smirked and moved her hands to the sides. Roman screamed in pain as two of the tree roots pulled back with such force that his arms were ripped right off his body. He saw that cruel smirk of Diantha's before the other two tree roots moved back too and ripped his legs straight off.
"And then there were none," Diantha said. "The final witch hunter has been laid to rest. Sisters, greet our friends. Tonight we party. Tomorrow we start a new chapter in our lives. Time to erase this world as we know it, rise up and take control."