The Forgotten Warlock (An American Horror Story Fanfiction)

Forgetfulness

I ran through the forest toward what I thought was Misty's hut. When I turned around to look behind me sure enough, there it was, the Minotaur. I thought those damn witches got rid of it, the black, bigger girl at least tried to. I'm not sure on their names, for the Council of Witchcraft decided that I am not important anymore.
"Damn bitches!"

I ran into the swamp only to see that the hut is gone, torn down no doubt or burned down. Misty was an amazing witch, resurrecting poor animals who did not deserve to die. Shit. Now where am I supposed to go?

The Minotaur is still coming, it looks like it has lost my scent. Thank god. I am a Warlock but I still believe in something. "Ragnaar we aren't alone in this world" My mothers words echo through my head, mother. Fiona Goode, the Supreme of that little Coven in Louisiana, my flesh and blood. She also went against the Council just as I do.

(Yes I know it's short, and yes that is Chad from season one and two)