[ WP ] A Witch attempts to kill the knight who has been hunting her for years by pretending to be a damsel in distress . As she discovers his ultimate weakness , she realizes she has fallen in love with him .

During their last encounter, a couple of years ago, this witch hunter, this knight had nearly slayed her. She was at that time disguised as a beggar. She knew who he was and she was not afraid. 
 
 She was no ordinary witch. She was from the Babylonian sect of Taarukh-Ain, the Directed Eye, witches. Her sisters from this sect lived to be ageless. She was Shahwar the Rock Cleaver and she was 900 years young. 
 
 His renown in the witchdom had spread rapidly. Within a period of 5 years he had dispatched off some 12 witches to the nether realm. None of them from her clan, but renowned, nonetheless. One of those he dispatched was one of the heads of the famous Azkhalun sect of the ancients. 
 
 Shawaan was said to be over 12,000 years old and actually served in King Solomon's courts. She had some of the tools and artifacts which the Prophets of religions used. Jesus' adzes and hammers, Moses' sandals, Mohammed's scarves and shawls but her most prized possession was the blood of Christ she had collected. She was considered the most beautiful woman in every time that she lived in, but remained highly reclusive. She ran a very successful modelling company out of her home. Her passing was a passing of an era, a time. 
 
 Her sect had been tasked with ridding witchdom of this plague. And among them, she was chosen to look this over. 
 
 She had disguised herself as a beggar. She was sitting at the foot of the stairs of the Ashram in India. He was coming down the stairs and that was when she saw him face to face. He was thin, hungry looking, almost. He was Dark and an even darker stubble covered his rather pointed face. He looked at her and stumbled to a stop. Could he tell she was a witch? At that moment she saw him putting his hands inside his tunic. He sprang towards her. His ferocity, speed, accuracy and the distance he covered in this leap were horrifying. Had it been a regular person, he would be dead. The silver and cobalt jewel encrusted dragon spaed hilts of the twin daggers of Aafu were a blur as they clanged where Shahwar was sitting. 
 
 The blades of Aafu were crafted, based on a secret design acquired by Marco polo, during the Middle Ages to combat the rising plague of witches of that time. They were ungainly, heavy and cumbersome pieces of equipment to hold for someon not familiar with its use. If mastered, the blades of Aafu were a sight to behold. Once possessed and used by the greats like Simon the Holy, Paul the Penitent, Samuel the Wicked and others. There were only two others like it. All possessed by the most valiant, worthy and fearless of witch hunters. These blades could connect with a snap and form a reinforced chain between the two blades so the blades could be used like a nunchuk. 
 
 His name was Abeddin. His father was Algerian and mother French He was brought up in France. He was actually sought by the knighthood. 
 
 Every 13 years, a rite takes place. This rite determines between the bloodlines who will be attempted to try out for the knighthood and eventually the witch hunters. The witch hunters were the elite. They were the ones that went after the trouble causing witches. And among them were the `` Trois Demandeurs'', the Blades of Aafu wielding assassins: Abeddin, Illyivich and Bablo the Watusi. 
 
 If anytime these three were called to deal with a witch, that witch must be godlike. That has never happened. The fact that Abeddin could dispatch a witch like Shawaan was a great cause for worry. Shawaan had studied under the Egyptian magicians directly responsible for confronting Moses. Her Solid State of Nature spell made her practically invulnerable to artillery strikes. She could cause hypnosis and panic to anyone she looked at. She was powerful. How could he kill her? 
 
 She had looked back and saw Abeddin recovering. Before she could summon a spell, Abeddin had driven a Blade of Aafu up to its hilt in her stomach. She had panicked. She kicked him, struck him with her stick and lunged back. Without turning around, Abeddin had thrown a chained blade at Shahwar. She was panicked. Shortest spell. She tried the freeze spell which allowed for a couple of seconds of your victim becoming frozen. She tried and Abeddin had frozen. That's when she had made her escape. She understood why Shawaan succumbed: Abeddin does n't give you a chance to make a spell. 
 
 It has been two years since Abeddin has been on her tail and on so many occasions seen her. How does he know? How can he see through my disguises? How can he see through my sisters' disguises? She tried on many occasions to watch him discreetly, as a cat, as a spirit with her mind. Yet one time he grabbed me and did n't even realize that it was me. 
 
 It happened in Germany. He was getting on a ferry and she was getting of it. She just saw him at the last moment and jumped back in fright almost falling in the water. He grabbed her hand. She knew this was the end. He pulled her back and smiled and kept going. 
 
 What had happened? How? She was right there, why did n't he do something. 
 
 Then it hit her. Magic. He can see or see through magic. How else can you explain it? That's when she decided to do a test. She would talk to him. No more running. 
 
 Next day, she decided to do a experiment. She tailed him to a park. She saw him walk over to a bench and start talking on the phone. She mingled among a bunch of parkgoers and let go a'finger' in the air. A'finger' was an invisible spell left in the air like a flare visible only to other witches and moved away quickly. She suddenly saw him take off his sunglasses and follow the trail of the'finger' to where she was. There! He can see magic. He follows magic trails. How does he see it? Even very few witches see magic. 
 
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