The City was a dangerous place for Moira Foster, dangerous for any beautiful young woman really, but more so for her. Inside crept the most dangerous thing to her known; Hunters. Being a witch was a dangerous, dangerous thing. For many years normal humans tracked down and murdered those with magical powers. Jealousy, hate, and fear propelled this heinous treatment of those who defied God with their very existence. So much death over blind and blatant bigotry. It was best that a witch avoided New York altogether. It was the epicenter of this newfound inquisition after all.<br/><br/>Desperate times called for desperate measures. Weeks had gone by since Moiraâs grandmother had fallen ill. At first they assumed it was a nasty cold but, as her condition worsened, the pair realized it was something more. None of the magic or potions that the young woman tried had worked and the old woman  refused to go to any doctors, sure that they were all working for the government. Finally Moiraâs will broke. By the gods she would not let the only thing that she cared for die.<br/><br/>It was a nice evening. It was just the end of spring and the beginning of summer, so a nice warm breeze greeted everyone in the suburbs. Unfortunately Moira was in the city, peering over an old map that her grandmother had since she was in her twenties. Things had changed considerably since the map had been made. Frantically she studied the thing, looking for things like buildings and street signs to mark her way. Damn it! She crumpled up the useless piece of paper and threw it over her shoulder. As she stomped, her short and flouncy skirt bounced with her movements. People threw looks at her tantrum as they walked past but she paid them no mind. They werenât the ones in desperate need of medicine and a physician. Each moment she wasted put her grandmother closer to death!<br/><br/>If only she could get one of these people to help her! She nearly laughed at the thought. Help was something that these people did not give willingly. They either A) Blew her off  B) Tried to stab her or, and this was her favorite, C) Ogled at her tits for five minutes before asking her if they were real. This city was just so rude! The entire day had been spent trying and failing miserably to find someone who could help.<br/><br/>Perhaps she could use her charms on some of the people? Certainly that would make them more willing to help. Charming people was one of her most powerful abilities and what could it hurt? As dangerous as casting spells were Moira knew that they couldnât get every single witch every time they cast a spell. It was an impossibility. Not to mention, with a street so full of people, how could they pinpoint the exact person doing it? Having never encountered a hunter before, the witchling had a very caviler view on the matter. She had been very lucky to be in the house of a very powerful witch that spell work was uncanny and unmatched. The old woman had kept her grandchild safe.<br/><br/>The beautiful young woman had never really known the horrors of what lurked in the shadows. Perhaps it would have done her well to learn.<br/><br/>Going up to someone, she flashed her most charming smile. An aura instantly surrounded her. It was warm, inviting, and soothing; as if she was a trusted friend. The man instantly smiled back, eyes slightly glazed. Ha! It worked.<br/><br/>âExcuse me sir,â she said, âI am looking for a Doctorâs officeâ¦.â<br/><br/>From there she got detailed directions, the name of the fellow, and the time his office was open until. Lucky for her the guy the now dumbfounded man directed her towards ran an after hours clinic. Superb! Patting the spellstruck human on the shoulder she began to head in the direction he told her to first. What a break! Nothing had happened and she got the information she needed. See? No Huntersâ¦