Sorrowfull sparrow- Part 1

The white witch made sure to keep his son behind him as he turned around to look at the trees which appeared to be suspicious. Something wasn't right and he knew it by the movement of the wind which whisked past the ground in front of him to pick something very ominous with it. 

Suddenly a knife flew right past his face grazing over his cheek which left a cut, drawing blood to let drops trickle down his face. 

"Father!" his son, exclaimed looking at the blood but before they could react to it, a few more knives flew in a different direction and he pulled his son. 

"Run!" he shouted, having his son follow him quickly behind him. Undoubtedly, with the smell of the metal objects that were flying at them, he could tell that those belonged to the black witches who were targeting them.