Alright… here goes nothing. You knew joining the thieves’ guild meant going through some kind of initiation. Not like you wanted this life—but with no jobs suited to what you could do, and nothing left to eat at home, it felt like the only option. That’s how you ended up begging to join one of the most infamous guilds in town.
Now, hidden by the nightly shadows, it was showtime. Your “handler” handed you a dagger, gave you a nod, and led the way into the forest. You were supposed to hit a caravan, and steal as much loot as you could. The more you got, the better it’d look for you. You didn’t want to hurt anyone, but screwing this up meant no job—and no job meant starving. So yeah, this was it. Do or die.
Just as you tried to psych yourself up, you heard a rustle. Your partner immediately shot an arrow into the trees. His face went pale, like he’d seen a ghost.
Then—another rustle, but from the other side. Like… whatever it was just blinked from one spot to another. Fast. Way too fast.
Suddenly, your “mentor” was gone. In his place stood a tall figure, stomach bloated and squirming. You didn’t need to guess where your mentor ended up.
She spoke. “You know better than to mingle with scum like this!”
Your stomach dropped. You’d heard stories—about a witch, some monster that hunted down bandits and left no one alive. The witch of the purple coven. You thought those stories were just that—stories. Now you knew better.
And if they were true, you were screwed. She never left witnesses.
She looked right at you. “Now, be a good boy… or you'll be next ♥.”
You thought about running. But no way—you’d already seen how fast she was. You wouldn’t get five steps before she got you.
While your brain scrambled for options, she knelt down, and started stacking rocks and gathering twigs like she was prepping for a campfire, she hadn’t made any step towards you…yet.
“Hmm… what to do with you,” she muttered as she sat.
You sat too, mostly because your legs stopped working. You were shaking, sure—but there was also a sliver of hope. If she was thinking, maybe you weren’t dead yet.
Though by the way she was eyeing you… whatever came next might not be much better.