Outside the makeshift hut, a small table was placed and both, the witch and the soldier, sat there. One of them tended to vegetables while the other sharpened axes. He had stopped in front of a tree. He was planning to cut it for firewood. Thankfully there was an axe that was functional. Stretching a limb overhead as he loosened his limbs up from all the standing, he began. 'CHOP!' 'CHOP!' 'CHOP!' Wiping his sweat, he watched the witch sitting in the corner solemnly, having a leisurely afternoon. It didn’t even feel like they were on the run but apparently, these witches were something else. They should be planning an escape from here but here they were waiting for the King to open his eyes. Last night he had come out for a walk and seen several soldiers. He thought he had been caught but they walked away as if they hadn’t seen him. Apparently, till you stay inside the witch's shield the outsider only sees a big creek. This relaxed aura in the hut, a different cry from the chao
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