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«I did not intend to burn the village to the ground. I guess I was done being called monster» I whisper, sitting down on the bench and looking at my hands. «What's happened? What do you mean?» the old man asks me, blinking a few times probably confused by my words.
I grin and stare at the cloudy sky above us. When your family , your own flesh and blood, decides to turn against you and lock you up in a cell , hatred is all you have. Everyone thought I was a monster just because I could not practise magic, if I did not absorb it from another witch. The other children ran away from me and used to call me the siphoner. I firmly believe that this is how every tragic story begins.
Kept down by my father, I spent eighteen years of my life in complete isolation. I was fed with hatred and consumed by a tremendous thirst for revenge. I swore to become the most powerful witch in the world and I started testing my abilities. After a while, I found out that I could not only absorb magic from the other supernatural beings, but by everything. I could absorb every kind of energy in the world. Since that day, I planned my baleful comeback.
«I'm a murderer, sir. I have just destroyed my village and wiped up its whole population» I say, smiling at him proudly. He stares at me in fear and tries to stand up, but I grab him by his forearm and shake my head slightly.
«Don't go, please. I won't hurt you, I promise. I just need someone to talk to. I've never had a friend and I will never have one, so I beg you to listen to me. I am confessing my sins» I explain, holding his hands. The old man shakes his head «You are sick, dear. You need a doctor, let me help you».
A low laughter escapes my mouth and my irises turn red «Here we go again. I am not sick, sir. Every fairytale needs a villain and here I am. When the world decides that you deserve nothing but pain in your life , you choose the dark side. I've become the villain of my story because I could not take pain anymore» I say, standing up and inhaling deeply.
