This Better End Well!

After being protected by the witch, Hiro was about to face the most terrifying war, Her words about planning for battle had sent shudders down his backbone, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something abysmal was coming. But he also couldn't disallow the enthusiasm he felt at the thought of finally taking action against the curse.

The witch led him back to her cottage, where she sat him down at her kitchen table and began to clarify her plan. She spoke with a authoritative tone, her words fortified with a supremacy that left no room for scepticism or reluctance.

"We cannot wait for the curse to come to us," she said, her gaze fixated at Hiro, who was now gawking back, a little naïve. "We must strike first, and we must attack hard. The curse is a formidable force, but it is not unconquerable. With the right gears and the right approach, we can defeat it."

Hiro listened attentively, hanging on her every word. He was astonished by her buoyancy and her vast comprehension of magic and ancient lore. It was clear that she was a master of her craft, and he felt privileged to be able to learn from her.

But as she continued to arrange out her plan, Hiro felt a growing sense of dread. The witch's concepts were intrepid and dodgy, and the consequences of failure could be calamitous. He pondered if he was really equipped for this kind of battle, and if he had what it took to face the curse head-on.

As the witch finished speaking, she set Hiro with a shrill gaze. "Are you ready for this, Hiro?" she questioned. "Are you ready to fight for your life, and for the lives of those you love?"

Hiro took a deep breath and steeled himself. "I am," he said, his voice firm and resolute. "I will do whatever it takes to break the curse, no matter the cost."

The witch nodded, her eyes gleaming with approval. "Good," she said. "Then let us begin, after consuming some nourishment we will then start, be ready..."

The witch carried out a few pieces of buttered toast, and they ate silently, there was no tea, so they had water to soak it down, after they smirked at each other and got to work instantly, Hiro’s forehead oozed with sweat, as he thought of the day, the approaching day, he had to show his complete potency.

The witch's strategy was put into action. Hiro and the witch had instructed each other for weeks, assembling allies and assets to face the impending war. The day of the battle had arrived, and Hiro and the witch looked at each other with fortitude and heroism, as he observed the legion of the cursed creatures that had assembled in the distance.

The witch stood beside him, her staff at the ready, and together they led the charge. The battlefield was anarchy, with creatures and necromancers fighting sadistically all around them. Hiro's willpower had never been sturdier as he brawled with all his might, wounding down the heartless immortals left and right.

The battle was prolonged and vicious, but finally, they emerged victorious. Hiro stood breathless, sweat bucketing down his face, as the enduring creatures retreated into the forest. The witch bowed to him, a look of pride in her eyes.

"You fought bravely," she said. "But the curse still remains. We must find the source and destroy it if we hope to truly end this war."

Hiro nodded and he shadowed the witch’s army into the next phase. The war may have been won, but the battle was far from over. He would continue to fight until the curse was lifted and the land was unrestricted from the creatures that had threatened and subjugated it for so long.

The witch’s army, The Noble Doves, set off with Hiro, all beaming with valour.