Derek Ragnerssen

"I never saw such enthusiast from a young student and so dedicated to the newspaper club to even take one picture of me from my first class, these younglings are quite interesting, I will definitely love this new life" Derek Ragnerssen thought. History teacher of Dawson High School. The classroom was already empty and he saw thru the window.

 The Courtyard of the High school was truly something, with big green oaks and the students gallivanting for one place to another in small groups. Derek took his class book and left the classroom. He left in order to meet the Headmaster. He knocks at the Directors Office and wait of an answer.

"Come in" heard a woman's voice at the other side. Derek opened the door. At the other side was the headmistress. A slender woman of pale white skin with golden hair in a ponytail. and blue sky eyes. Using a white well fitted suit. Jacket and Skirt. She was looking at the window. She leaned slowly toward her desk and sat, then made a sign with the hand, inviting Derek to take a sit in the opposite seat. That was the Headmistress of the Dawson High School; Victoria Stern .

"So Mr. Ragnerssen, what do you think about my school?" Said The Headmistress

"Is good... I guess, is the first time I work as a teacher so I'm don't know how things are do around here" answer Derek.

"Patience, a lot of patience" the woman said. "Teens are difficult, always making noise for everything, getting distracted and hormonal all day long, it could be stressful."

"Yes, it could be, but I don't think this is stressful" Derek said. Then he saw a picture in her desk, it was the picture of a girl, it was a kid. A long brunette with round face and full of freckles. "Is your madam?" ask Derek

"Oh, she is my sisters kid, she passed away three years ago, she was a single mother so, now I'm the one taking care of her" said the headmistress.

"It's a pretty girl" Derek said.

"Indeed" she said. "Is difficult say no to that cute face, she wants to learn how to play piano, but there are no available teachers in the city, most of them work for he Crawford Music School and there are quiet expensive, even for a School headmistress like me.

"Well, I used to play piano when I was young, maybe I could help you out with that Headmistress." Derek told her.

"That would be great, but, I don't know if that will be good for your time" she said.

"Well I just arrived, so I do not have so much to do right now"

"Excellent then, what about if you come to my house at Saturday" she said.

"Sure I'll see you there, Headmistress" Derek said.

"Please call me Victoria" said the Headmistress.

The Afternoon came and there he was again sat on the bench at the park looking right into the woods, the words of Rachel were still echoing inside his head "The Pigman" Then he remembered a long time ago when he was a boy again, going with his Father for "hunting" inside the Woods. At that time, he was a 12-year-old kid who only wanted to live at the expectations of his father.

 Dolorous Ragnerssen, a man filled with passion and hate for witches. he tricked Derek in going out for ice-cream. Then he pulled up the car one side of the road.

"Come on" he said, as he opened his door and took from the trunk of the car, the weapons.

"This is no the Ice-cream store" Derek remembered saying.

"We will eat ice-cream later on; I promise kiddo" his father answered. Dolorus had brunet hair and full beard. with blue eyes. He was athletic type of man, as all his life was made for witch hunting. Then he put a gun in his son's hands. It was heavy. At that time Derek always dreamed becoming a witch hunter like his father. Going hunting with him was like a dream come truth. But in reality the gun was heavy.

He already practiced with guns, but witch hunting guns where more thick and heavy. His father took the shotgun and opened a small flask with oil that smeared inside the barrel of the gun.

"Are we going witch hunting, dad?" Derek asked

"Yes kiddo, we are, today you will kill your first witch" said the man confidence about this, he layed his hand upon his son's shoulder, Derek could saw a glimpse of Proudness in his blue eyes.

"But Grampa said that the field training should start at fourteenth."

"Your Grandfather is a good man, but he is far from been the best witch hunter ever existed, I'll started my training at thirteenth and as good as I became, I was still wondering what could have happened, if I started my training even younger. Did you know John Starling started this training at the age of ten, and he was the best of all of us, he eliminated the Coven of the Tower. Tell me Derek, do you want to be the next John Starling?"

"I guess at that time all I wanted was to please my father, live at his highest speciation, and be a good witch hunter, so I guess that would be the reason why I decided to go with him, into the dangerous of the woods." Derek remembered. He woke up quickly. He couldn't remember the last time he felt slept like that, or even If he remembered his life before saying "No" to the Order.

That park seemed odd as well, the woods grew high and strong like a thick wall that split like if it was splitting the world of men and the wild of the forest. The foliage was too wide that the sun could not trespass it under the leafs of the trees. 

And so the darkness was lurking at the other side. Hiding all the horrors of the nature. Derek stood up, he could not keep wandering about witches' subjects in his mind anymore. "If keep that way. probably I will re-fall again. And probably want to do something about that once more" He left the scene.