Her immediate thought was to run away; now they knew her secret power, they'd probably arrive wielding pitchforks and flaming torches to burn her at the stake for being a witch. The rest of the world may have moved on from that era, but her town hadn't. Everyone had to attend a witch-burning ceremony. It was compulsory for even small children. The girl had witnessed enough of them to know that even the slightest little detail can get you burnt to a crisp.
She ran away to the nearby woods, hiding in the shadows. She had managed to bring a few provisions that would last about a week. She decided to find somewhere safe to rest.
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Paranormal(OLD STORY CRINGE WARNING) )IM ONLY KEEPING THIS BOOK BC I LOVE THE COVER I MADE) "I just can't TAKE IT ANYMORE!" The girl yelled, bursting into the room as John raised his hand yet again. Not knowing what she was doing, she held out her hands, palm...
