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By: Nadeline Yamilex Hidalgo Ganchozo

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My name is Alex Rude. I am seventeen years old and I am not exactly a normal teenager. I am a witch hunter. The irony? I'm a witch. Not those green-faced witches and giant warts.  Oh, man!  No, those ones ceased to exist centuries ago.  The witches of now are camouflaged like any girl.

I say this from experience. All witches absolutely all have a birthmark. The inverted five-pointed star. Ninety-nine percent of witches have it around their necks, but I am not part of that percentage. My mark is on my ankle so I always wear stockings. Why am I a witch hunter?  My parents were killed by a witch and I swore to destroy every witch who wants to end a life. They are the ones who still practice the dark arts, those who do not settle for living in anonymity.

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Chapter 2 The inverted five-pointed star.

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Chapter 2 The inverted five-pointed star.

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When my parents died I was adopted by a couple who turned out to be hunters and recruited me. I do not think they realized I was one of them. And one of the reasons is that I do not wear the mark, at least not on my neck.  I do not use my powers near them since I was recruited, as their mark shines.  It is not a birthmark like witches.  It is a sun on your forearm. What's more, it represents your loyalty to hunters and... your contempt for witches. Why is it a sun?  Simple, ancient witches could not go out in the daytime because the sun burned and died. I was walking around following a witch, leading her into an alley. Being one makes it much easier for me to feel them. It is not necessary for my brand to shine.  A lady who seemed to be about twenty, that would have even though until she saw her necklace.  I finally had her trapped. “Can I get you something, girl?” asked with indifference. “Really? Girl?  Forget it! Concentrate! said Alex herself.

I approached her without saying a word.  When I was close enough, I ripped out the emerald I was wearing around his neck.

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And so she went to look like her at her age, becoming a gray lady, with long fingernails and virtually toothless. “Silly girl, what did you do?” said Aciel a new friend of Alex. He asked in a choked cry. I smiled cynically as I pulled a dagger out of my pocket. I took the lighter that my adoptive parents gave me and passed the tip of the dagger through the fire. The witch when she saw what she was going to do spoke.  Listen to me well girl. Things won't be like now anymore, I don't know what you are, but your whole world will take a turn.

Everything is about to change It's your destiny! Who's there?" asked a man and I felt him approaching, I saw the ashes disappear with the wind and I hurried out of there.

I looked to my left and there were some stairs and a little further a roof. If I'll catch up. I started climbing the stairs and with an agile jump I found myself on the roof. Just in time because the cops were starting to arrive. I watched them leave and set out to come down when someone grabbed my arm. I initially kicked him in the stomach, which caused him to drop my arm and crash it to the ground. When I was writhing in pain I realized I was just a teenager, I even think it's my age. I was going to ask him why he tried to attack me, but then I saw the mark of the witch hunters on his forearm and it all made sense.

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I get it. He felt the powers of the witch I just killed and he thought I was. “Are you a hunter?” said Aciel surprised.

What an observer. I commented sarcastically as I lowered the sleeve of my jacket but I don't understand, you're a girl

said looking up-down Stupid sexist.  And because I'm a girl I can't be a hunter. Yes, I'm the only girl in the organization here in Brooklyn and I wouldn't be surprised if the only one in the world because we're surrounded by sexists.-----

Very well. There's already been a lot of talk," Andre said, clapping, Alex give him the training clothes and change it, he ordered me Come I said cold and he followed me. So, Alex. Isn't that a boy's name? asked with a smile, I sigh. Alexandra, but I hate to be called that, I said cutting.

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As time went by I began to realize that I began to feel things for him. I do not know at what moment it happened that my heart began to focus on it, from nothing I could not stop thinking about it. Well the saying goes that from hate to love everything goes, I think that was what happened to me. From so many discussions that we had, I ended up falling in love with him and I can no longer hide it. I get very nervous when I have it close I look like tomato and I run away so that he does not see me as I get, I think he suspects because he always asks me what happens to you sometimes looks at me weird.

I do not know what to do. It will be that I say that I like it, or better not and I remain silent and we continue with the friendship. It has been 3 months and I have realized that mine is not love he is a good companion and I was born with this gift and I do not have to miss it. I will continue preparing to be the best hunter and the future will tell me with the time that will happen with me.