Wicked Woods

I understand why they hate us. We are different. They say we are wicked, and for good reason. Together, we possess a power they don't understand. But alone, we are almost powerless against them. They hunt us as if hunting wild game, and so many of us have been taken and burned, when caught out alone. But they won't cross the river. For on the other side is where we live, in the woods, the Wicked Woods.