The day was cold, wet, rain fell from the sky and thunder growled in the distance, a strom was coming, and the people of the town rushed to get what they needed and head home for the day, the streets slowly became silent as people locked their doors and windows, dog and cats took shelter, even the horses stop making noises.

Noah, holding onto the cross that hung around his neck, was warned and told by the others in the church that a witch was among the town and such evil must be purged. Having been brainwashed from a young age, Noah followed the words of the people in the church and he wanted to set off and find this witch.

The storm came quickly, thunder and lightning clashed together, creating a horrible symphony of sorrow and rage, something that the people couldn't stand, 'the witch' 'the witch is responsible for this', that's what they whispered in their homes, yet it seemed to echo out into the streets like the howl if hounds on that smell an intruder.

Noah glanced outside the window at the heavy rain fall, thunder crashing in the distance and lighting striking the ground not far from the town—he sighed, playing with the cross necklace he has, he feels like he knows everything yet nothing at all...