Young Writers Society

Chapter 1 - Huntseye

I watched my huntseye swivel on point, around and around. Its pupil didn’t move, I touched the top of it and it stopped, lifting it from the table I inserted it into my eye socket, it was painful for a few seconds only before I had a comfortable mauve blanket over part of my vision.

“Captain, The Witches have been sighted at the east gate,” came a voice from across the long gallery, I turned and saw my friend, Hanover standing at the exit, in my other eye he was blurred and purple. Captain, all I answered to when on patrol, that mystic word was what I lived for, it summed up my life: Leadership and work. One could no t exist without the other.

“Prepare the team, and get your huntseye in, we will need all the protection we can get.” Another thing that I enjoyed was orders. Hanover ran away at my beck and call, I felt myself breathe deeply with power. Fists clenched, and cap straight I followed the lieutenant out into the yard.

“Prisoners?” Hanover said as he prepared two black horses.

“No, kill them all,” I answered. I couldn’t wait to get in there and kill them, they would be kept from burdening the rest of society with there evil. I’d have usually groomed my horse before a journey, but the sound of wailing witches echoed through the air, ah bliss. I mounted my horse and looked to the sky as several black dots approached, calmly yet quickly they formed into galloping horses, gliding through the air. They came down and their masters dismounted, kneeling before me. Again I breathed deeply.

“The filth has attacked again!” They said nothing. “We are to march to the East Gate and kill them,” I heard my voice second after I spoke the words, I sounded bitter and cold. Good. It was the only way to ensure my leadership. I knew the other hunters were scared of me, they backed away and mounted again. I readied my horse.

”Take Wing,” I ordered, the horse obeyed and hovered for only seconds off the ground before rising into the air.

The Witches were no threat, for more than a millennium there kind kept creeping from the wood work, and every time they did, the hunters were ready to take them by their foul necks and strangle them into hell. For some reason they still existed, every hunters dream was to make the race extinct, to be removed forever, only then could we ret in peace. The Witches were rapists and murderers, evil in everyway. They couldn’t be trusted and it was my job to ensure that their trust could not even be considered.

Clouds passed, my eyes skimmed the urban floor, houses upon houses. Occasionally a large roof passed, the manors. The urban became woods and then fields until a huge black line appeared below with several people going beinf it. My mauve vision sharpened, it went from purple to bright white, each witch became clearer than day, and every time the huntseye sharpened, the sharper my hate became.

My horse landed and the squadron followed, dismounting, I saw the shock on the Witch’s faces. Their men, woman and children lowered themselves and backed away, a few didn’t move and were doing things with there hands.

“NOW!” I touched my huntseye pupil and vision became orange, I felt nothing for a second then hate, only hate. Channelling through my blood, concentrated in my heart, the hate turned to strength, my entire being became stronger. I raised a hand and pointed at the first Witch. Charged and swung. He fell down dead. I looked at my hand; it was glowing with blue flames, the flames of death. I burned with passion, every time I saw the effects of fifteen years training and the gift of the huntseye I became even stronger towards my cause.

Then I looked down at the grey man at my feet, a huge hole in his jaw where I had hit, his eyes were open and in them read pure fear. I looked up and clicked, the entire squadron became aflame and attacked. I went for another, smite and killed. Another. Smite and Killed. Another, then another.

The East Gate stood high, it was opened: the Witch’s entrance. I ordered the men to close it, they did so.

“Burn the bodies,” I went to lift the old man but a shock wave went through me. I shivered. I tried another and the same shock went through me. Each body vanished after the shock.

“Idiotic muck!” I bellowed as loud as I could and aimed a kick at a nearby pebble and missed. The prize of the kill was the burning of the bodies. Sadly, today that was not possible. I sighed and mounted my horse again, before my mauve huntseye glowed bright white again.