This isn't what you want. The flames disappear from your hands. You shiver at how close you came to murder. How quickly you'd been consumed by vengeance. It would've been so easy. Bile wells in your throat but you swallow it with a wince.
You still want answers.
After coming so close to killing, you don't trust yourself to get near. You skitter down the cliff and approach the village, keeping to the shadows. You can see about a dozen people milling about their business. Guilt pulses through your gut. You almost killed them.
Your hands are shaking so much, you don't think you can do any spells that use them.
Drawing a deep breath, you remember what was taken from you. Find the arsonist. The children have nothing to do with this. Your hands become a bit steadier. Maybe you could stand to speak with those who didn't know about the burning of your hut. Or you could exercise your psychic powers, not entering the village until you're ready for confrontation.
Mentally look around (Go to Chapter 47)
Talk to some kids (Go to Chapter 48)
Talk to some human kids (Go to Chapter 49)
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Witch Path
FantasyEver wanted to be a forest witch? Vengeance or restoration? Mercy or malice? You choose. From dialogue choices to the fate of the world, you are in control. Take your revenge or forgive, move in the shadows or chat with townsfolk, save the world. Or...
