Note: I'm not sure where this is going but I wanted to get it out of my head, let's see how this goes!
"Ixora, prepare to make your peace with the world for this is your end" threatened Evora as she held her salt encrusted sword against the witch's heart.
Evora had made it her soul purpose to track down every witch in Stormhold and be rid of them, and she was getting good at it. Evora had spent years studying witches, their strengths, their weakness and most of all, protection from their evil magic.
However, she made a point of not targeting all witches. Like every kind, there were good and bad sides to all of them. And after the great civil war of the witches over one hundred and fifty years ago, the good witches took to becoming healers and kept themselves a closely guarded secret. Though Evora had always to manage to seek them out when required. The habits of the good and bad witches had almost come as some sort of equation for her to figure out their whereabouts.
Without even meaning to do so, Evora had made a name for herself across Stormhold for her abilities in hunting witches. She would even have people hire her for the very task which gave her a welcomed income. Hunting witches was an expensive role, the sword she was holding against the witch's heart now was worth a small fortune. Forged with salt inside steel, it was one of the quicker methods of disposing of them.
"You are making a big mistake. My coven will avenge me" hissed Ixora, a witch that Evora had been tracking for some time. Ixora had left a trail of destruction in her path, she had been sucking the soul's out of children in exchange for some youth for herself. One of the worse traits of witches was their obsession with vanity.
"There is no strength in your coven. Some say it doesn't even exist anymore" sneered Evora "You will be forgotten, like the rest of precious Sisterhood that I have already disposed of"
Ixora hissed and launched herself towards Evora who was quick to react with her sword already in position. Evora plunged it through her chest, she heard the salt sizzle into the witch's heart making it pop inside her chest as she dropped to the ground.
Evora pulled the sword out of the dead witch and cleaned the blade.
"One less in the world" she muttered to herself but she didn't feel satisfied. She knew she wouldn't be until she had destroyed the heart of the old coven who hadn't been seen since the war. But she had seen them and she wouldn't rest until they were no more.