(Nah, I totally stole it from a friend. Ugh...fine! -kicks- But I have to go to bed soon, so...) Let's see... Next assignment is...
Tobias pushed through the thick tree branches, trying not to trip on any roots or things like that. The next witch on the list was some old hag that had been thought of as potentially dangerous. It was like the old witch hunts, way back then--find, accuse, ####.
Mag sighed quietly, tossing another pebble into the river, trying to make it skip. Her shoes were off and her feet were in the water in an attempt to cool down, which was also reflected in the clothing she wore. The heat was the least of her worries, though; she had heard about some new law that all witches had to be killed.
The history of the world, my pet
Is to learn forgiveness and try to forget
And life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep living it