The cool wind forces me to return to my hut. My hut consists of one room. To the far corner is a wooden bed. I have a wooden table and chairs in the middle of the room. There are herbs and other plants hanging from the ceiling.
Before my family turned on me my father taught me how to make things out of wood. He was the carpenter of the town. I am still able to make carpentry.
I walk over to my bed. I will not be sleeping in it tonight for the fawn needs rest more then I do. Instead I grab a blanket from beside the bed and I sleep on the floor, pulling the blanket over me.
Dreams haunt me as they go every night. Fire. Pain. Agony. I watch myself be burned to death by my family. Horns sprout out of their heads and tusks from their mouths. The flames stop licking me and instead my family advances on me. No they are not my family any longer. They are creatures. The last thing I know is that I am screaming.
I wake up. My hair is plastered to my forehead with sweat. It was only a dream. It was only a dream.
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Novela JuvenilBonnie Johnston has grown up in a small town I Scotland her whole life. When she is proclaimed a witch she is forced to leave. Six years later Bonnie is still living alone in the hills of Scotland. It is not until a man of the name Rory Reid enters...
