So I found you, witch

John thought to himself as he took off his hat and laid it next to him on the ground. He watches her from behind the trees, hiding in the bushes so that the woman cannot notice him. The hunter acts quietly and unhurriedly when he removes his favorite crossbow from his back and takes aim for a shot.

Right in the heart

John found her by the lake in the woods, completely alone and unaware of anything. And the longer he aimed and watched her, the more he began to hesitate. For the first time, his trigger finger wavered, and the hunter was unable to fire. She was a witch, a creature of the devil himself, a creation of Satan and a child of the night. And yet, John couldn't shoot an arrow into her heart.

Cursing softly under his breath, he lowered the crossbow, continuing to calmly observe the woman who was just sitting by the lake and looking at the water surface. The stranger possessed a beauty that is difficult to describe in earthly words. It is not surprising why people from her village decided that she was a witch, because even a hunter with many years of life experience could not take his eyes off her captivating image right now. And yet, there was something else about her that nagged at John. Perhaps the sad expression on her face, as if she had long ago resigned herself to her fate and was just....waiting for him.