Going through a battlefield piled with dead people, and people about to die, three cloaked figures would sometimes lift heads from the ground. Pulling them from the long hair, stare at the head, and face, and release them. The lifeless heads would fall to the ground with a thump.
One of the men grabbed the head of a young girl. Blood was all over her body and she squeezed her eyes shut at the pain. Upon noticing that this too was not the person he was searching for, he released her, and took out his wand.
The man considered what he was about to do, to be an act of mercy. His superior would not be that merciful. He would probably torture the damn soul until it pleads to be killed.
You are lucky that I found you, and not someone else, he thought and lifted his wand.
From a distance the green light could still be seen. There over the battlefield hang a grey and dark sky. In it a mark signalled who the winner of this battle was, yet there was no sign of the person the search party was looking for. Tonight again, they would not find her.
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A/N short… I know… next one might be longer. I just want to explain that every scene change will be a new chapter. That is why some chapters might be considered really short.