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This is the second last chapter of That's why.
Whoever it was who said it was right.
I had become a witch.
By knowing the inner secrets of the Craft, I had become a witch.
Witches were to be hunted.
Ironic isn't it? I, the one who hunted so many had become the hunted. Meaning I could no longer contact, not even have the slightest glimpse of STN or any of the members. For if I did I would be hunted.
Hunted down to be killed.
I had to survive… even as a witch. Because I knew there were bound to be more.
Sastre wouldn't be the last, there would be more hunters from Solomon.
This answer to that question lies within yourself.
I know that grandmere.
I know.
That's why I sought out the help of Michael.
I hope you found this chapter interesting