Anthea woke to the sound of her cat meowing, she groaned and rolled over, it was already five in the morning but it felt like she had only went to sleep a few minutes ago. She knew staying up and playing on her computer was a bad idea, after all once she was on it, there was no putting it down.<br/>Anthea dragged herself out of bed and slipped on a jacket before a gush of cold air whipped through her house, despite having no real source of income and no job, her house was in good shape. Occasionally, there was that cold winter breeze but nothing she couldn’t handle. The witch walked out of her bedroom and into the kitchen where her cat was waiting. She opened the door and watched her cat run into the forest. The cat was probably off to kill a poor unexpected forest critter. 	Anthea crossed the kitchen, going back to her room. She went over to her closet, picked out some random clothes, throwing them on. She then sat down on her bed, making out a list of things she could afford. She didn’t need the list, she just like how her hand writing looked and it was something to do. Anthea pulled on her boots, heading back to the door, grabbing her bag as she opened it and went through. She blinked as the sun came through the trees, she closed her door. Anthea headed down her drive way, she looked at the empty spot where her car used to be. She pouted, she missed her car, it was a faster way of traveling but by selling it she earned money. She just wished it would have lasted longer, she was tired of mooching off of her elderly neighbor.<br/>The walk to town had taken about 45 minutes, it was a colder walk than Anthea had expected it to be. She figured with the temperature drop it will snow later on. She strolled passed a worn out building, with old theater poster, wanted witches, and other things. Among one of the wanted posters, Anthea could point out the one witch she actually knew. It was funny, Anthea and this wanted witch looked a lot alike. She shrugged thinking nothing of it.<br/><br/>There were a lot more hunters than Anthea remembered being in this town, they must want to get that one witch real bad. She pulled her hood over her head, staring at the ground. Hunters knew who was a witch and who wasn’t, still it was safer to try to blend with the crowd then to stand out. As the girl passed a few hunter, she noticed that they were giving her a strange look, it was very concerning to her. Did she look at them the wrong way? The hunters followed her, one reaching for his weapon. Anthea picked up her speed, whatever their issue was, she didn’t do anything.<br/>One of the hunters grabbed Anthea’s arm, pulling her back.<br/><br/>“Well, Well, Well….Look at what I caught. Sara Keystone. We’ve been searching for you a long time.” The older hunter said, a grin spreading on his face.<br/><br/>“My name is no-“<br/><br/>The younger hunter smacked Anthea cross the face, she gave a light yelp.<br/>“Shut up!” The hunter growled, pushing her.<br/><br/>The witch stumbled back, holding the side of her face. She watched as both the hunters pulled out the weapons. Anthea backed away.<br/>“I’m telling you, you have the wrong witch. Please leave me alone.” She tried pleading with them.<br/>“You have no proof and it doesn’t matter.” The hunter replied, both of them closing in on Anthea.