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He had no idea where he was running to. He just had to leave. He couldn’t stay with the wild witch! And he couldn’t go home.
But he could still run.
Flapjack chirped behind him.
“Not now, please!” He cried.
He had to go. Just go.
Go.
Go.
Go!
…
He couldn’t run forever. He collapsed somewhere in the woods. Completely out of breath. Flapjack landed near him.
…
The next thing he remembered was waking up in a pool of tears as the sun rose in the distance.
Chirping next to him.
“Who carved you.”
Flapjack chirped her normal ‘not going to talk about it’ angry chirp.
“Flapjack I need to know. What…. What am I?”
…
Willow walked into her bedroom, ready for a good night’s rest. Long day of flyerderby practice and studying plant magic.
The moment she closed her door she was tackled. A hand over her mouth and another around her torso pinning her arms.
“Don’t scream, please.”
“Hunter?” Willow’s voice was muffled. She wiggled and Hunter released her. “Don’t-” She quited her voice. “Don’t do that. You can just knock.”
His face was covered in tear stains. Eyes still full of water.
“Woah, are you… Okay?”
Hunter sniffled. He wiped his face, but he couldn’t stop the tears.
“Woah, hey-” She hugged him. “What happened?”
“I’m- I’m a monster.”
…
Willow and Hunter sat on the floor, leaning against her bed.
“And I- I’m just- I’m a grimwalker of his brother. One of hundreds. Thousands even.” Hunter explained. “And now Belos knows that I know. That I know the truth of the covens of what he did. About the collector. About… Me.”
“Wow. Hunter- I-” Willow stuttered.
“I didn’t know where else to go. I’m sorry, I just- I don’t know anyone else outside the covens.”
“Hunter, you're always welcome here.”
Tearing up again, Hunter hugged his knees. Willow wrapped an arm around him.
That…. That was a lot to take in.