Selene
"Burn her!"
"Kill her!"
Those cruel words filled the air as I laid on the dusty floor, centred by people of my kind.
Witches and wizards.
Witches and wizards that gathered around me for a common interest. To have me dead.
"Set her ablaze!"
"Murderer!
"What an abomination!"
"Outcast!"
They chanted angrily, tossing my toddler figure around as people scratched and hit me to their satisfaction.
"Such evil!"
"Disgusting!" A woman screamed, scrunching up her nose in disgust like I was thrash.
"Hypocrite!" Another tossed me aside, making me fall to the ground, wearily.
I sat on the cold floor, watching the angry mob that was ready to lynch me in confusion.
Why did they want me dead?
I have been a good witch.
What did I do wrong? I racked my toddler brain, but
