It begins

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Hello there . My name is mother of all . It all begins here . the timing of the weird realm here I shall share my story with you . Mother of all clears her throat and gets into the mood ready to share her backstory

In my memory . I felt A Tight Rope, Wrapping Me Around my Chest to a Iron pole, There was the scent of Firewood, As i opened my eyes Faces Were gathered around me, Yelling "Witch!! BURN HER!!" My Limbs Felt Crushed By The Tight Rope, I Felt The Fire Going Up To My Feet. "NO!! MY CHILDREN PLEASE!!" I cried as I was in pain. Everything went silent. All I could remember was The Smoke Suffocating Me .

I suddenly start floating up to the Sky . i tried to look down but before I can move an eye I feel a force pull me down . I am in this waiting room where I was greeted by a man with no face . 'Greetings!' The man said as he pulls out a folder 'how did you end up here? 'I never get anyone down here in the weird realm waiting room' . 'You must've the first one here .' the man asked and explained .
'I was accused of being a witch . I was hung and burned . ' I added

The man seemed shocked and confused
'wait . Everything must be wrong . Nobody dies then comes here . I never died I just- nevermind . This is all wrong' the man frantically rummaged through the folders trying to find documents to see if anyone has been in the waiting room before him and has potentially passed away .

I look down and notice my skin is turning a dark toned red

'Ma'am you aren't supposed to be here what the hell is going on' the man says in a frantic voice

'I-I don't know ' I said

'I'm sorry . You will hate me for this . ' the man said

I get teleported into an elevator and end up in a playroom . with nobody around . Just myself . I start panicking and thinking about . my children whos going to take care of my children ??? MY CHILDREN !!

I felt something heavy on my back so I decided to check to see what it is. I pulled the mysterious lump on my back and realized it was a pair of matted wings.

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