"I'm an evil witch and i'm here to do evil magic, haha!" Laughed the older wittebane, wearing a makeshift black hat as his younger brother stood infront of him with the wooden mask and sword Caleb had gladly made for him.

Philip was younger, and Caleb sought to make sure that they would be better off. How? Become witch hunters. But even witch hunters can have silly fun sometimes.

"You can't catch me!" Caleb smiled confidently. Seeing Philip smile was enough to make him smile, too.