"Let's get rid of them!" The fat pastry woman yelled.
"They're children should not be seen with ours!" The butcher added.
"Well, I say, that we destroy those filthy creatures before they destroy us!!"
At this the villagers roared in agreement all gathered around the barrel of fire. The village square was so packed that it was surprising that no one had fallen inside or been scorched by the flames which now rose dangerously in the middle of the villagers.
What were they discussing that got them all flared up?
Could it be that taxes had gone up again or that the butcher's meat had gotten sour in taste again?
Could it possibly be the fact that little Johnny Wilson had started to steal sweets from the fat pastry woman?
No, it was none of these, the only reason that would make the villagers angered in such a great way was the Enchantdors.
They have been looking for how to rid the village of their filthy presence since when they overtook them.
But the question is...
Will they succeed....
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Enchantdora
FantasyI live in a world where my people have no peace... l live in a world where my people have no freedom... I live in a world where I'm a slave to people I am above... Where I am I prisoner in my own home....
