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[Kuro]

It didn't bother Kuro one bit that he was venturing into enemy territory. He had a mission he had to fulfill, and if anyone was to get in his way he would simply eradicate them. Kuro had to speak to a witch, but unfortunately their location was in the Kingdom of Fire. He had to get a special potion made, and this was the easiest way to speak to a witch.

Kuro walked through the dark woods with a stoic look on his face. This type of job best suited him just in case something happen to deter it. Nowadays it seemed impossible to trust anyone to get the job done, so Kuro thought it was best for him to just do it himself.

The potion he required was an unique and deadly one. He wasn't sure if the witches would actually make it, but if any problem arised he could always use force. It was brute persuasion, but it was the only way to make sure it was done.

Kuro sighed to himself and glanced around at the trees that surrounded him. The Kingdom of Fire was such a pitiful place. It was nothing compared to his own. And yet he had to trek all the way out here to retrieve something not so easily acquired in his mother's Kingdom.

As he made his way further into the witch's stronghold, a small faerie had breezed past him. It was such a tiny thing, almost palm sized. She turned around and made her way near his head again, it was getting awfully annoying. So as soon as she flew by him Kuro shot out his arm and grabbed a hold of the little beast. It squeaked and thrashed around to no avail in his tight grip. Were these the type of pitiful beasts the Kingdom of Fire held? Kuro clenched his hand tighter and the faerie's sweet voice cried out louder. What a cute voice she had. A voice that well suited it's master. Expressionless, Kuro clenched his grip harder and harder until a small crackle could be heard slip out from it. The thing went limp, it no longer cried out. Kuro stared at the now dead faerie he held for a couple of seconds. "Hmph." He scoffed and then he threw the boneless thing away from him at a tree. It smacked the wood with small 'thump' and then flopped onto the ground near the large roots. Kuro turned away from it and continued on his way to where the witches abided.

[TriskaidekaXIII]

The Witches How was a wonderfully awful place. That is how Lacuna often described it. The dead trees scratched at his wings, the roads were too long and winding, and the dark clouds pressed down upon the earth as if they were about to consume you. And the locals were nothing to write home about either. The nasty faes were annoying enough, but the witches were down right dangerous.

But where there were witches, there were books. Although difficult to pry out of their hands, these books were of the highest quality-- bound with doe skin, writ in blood red inks and illustrations that only the most bravest or curious of souls would dare to look at. If Lacuna could eat books, certainly a Witch's grimoire would make his mouth water. And why settle for what hacks tried to pawn off on you when you could go to the direct source and get the official thing?

Although, its not like Lacuna had much experiences with witches. Most of the grimoires he had in the Destrax Library had already been there before he could remember. Heaven knows he couldn't really read a word of them, but the pictures and diagrams were so exquisite, he couldn't help but want more. Grimoires, however were in short supply, and in the Mirror World, the Witches were the only reliable place to find them.

That is the reason Lacuna had been foolish enough to venture in to the Witches How. Even blinded by his love for rare books, he still was prepared with a canteen of water at his hip, a red cloth pack of bread tucked into his coat, and a small pouch of money clinking on a leather cord around his neck. Where reason and words could not prevail, a greased palm might.

It was as Lacuna had finally crested a hill that he saw a dark young man, with one of the pesky faes circling about him--which he promptly caught, crushed and threw against a tree. After the killer had continued on his way, Lacuna trotted down to the fresh corpse, and upon proving its death with a prod of a stick, liberated it of its tiny jade necklace and placed it in his pouch. It wasn't as if this poor thing was going to make any use of it.

"Its too bad you didn't have a faerie sized book," Lacuna mused, poking through the faerie's clothes for anything else of value. But in truth, he was waiting. That young man had stalked away in the same direction the librarian had hoped to go--towards the heart of the Witches' land. Lacuna shuddered at the thought of having to meet with that brute. But the thoughts of rare books danced through Lacuna's head as he toyed with bending the corpses arm in unnatural directions. Perhaps the young man was merely a fae-hater, or the faerie simply deserved to die for being a troublemaker. In any case, following at a distance wouldn't hurt. Or at least, wouldn't lead to immediate death.

[Kuro]

Kuro wasn't entirely sure what direction to take to get to the heart of the witch's lair. So he trotted forward and hoped he would come across something. It took a couple of minutes before Kuro noticed something odd. The atmosphere around him changed dramatically. Their was a sort of 'air' about him, or for better terms someone. Kuro took a small step forward and slightly dug his foot into the hard ground. "Hmm? He said with a questioning tone as he turned himself around.

The area was fairly quiet, whatever was near him was keeping itself at a distance. Which was a wise choice for it's sake. Kuro took a quick hard glance around, and then continued with his original task. If the petty thing decided to interfere then it would just meet it's immediate demise. But for now he ignored it.

As Kuro trekked further into the woods, the darker the environment became. Bare jet black trees stood all around, fog floated in the air making it nearly impossible to see what lied ahead of you. Kuro smirked to himself, it only meant he was getting closer.

The fog started to clear up a bit to reveal a large sharpened rock that seemed to 'grow' out of the ground. A door was embedded in front of it, one could only assume it was some sort of dwelling. Of the witches perhaps? There was nowhere else to go, a large dark lake ended the path. It was possible to walk around it and carry on forward, but this particle 'cave' caught his attention. It stood out amongst the surrounding area, so Kuro slowly made his way to the entrance.

A single wooden plank with small golden handle blocked his way into the said abode. Kuro firmly grabbed a hold of the handle and pulled the door towards him. It opened with such ease that it made Kuro a bit suspicious. Upon looking inside all he could see was darkness. No sort of light whatsoever, only a staircase leading down into the blackness. "Tch." He scoffed. Kuro looked behind him was last time but saw nothing. If whatever was following him continued to do so then it would be right behind him in this narrow passageway. Kuro left the door open and began making his way down into the lair.