“Burn the witches! Burn the witches!”
I watched out the window with uneasiness as an army of commoners marched towards our home with pitchforks and torches. They kept calling us witches. I wonder why? We’re not witches!
Turning back to my parents, I asked, “Why do they keep calling us witches?”
Mother kneeled down and held my cheeks in her warm hands. “Don’t listen to them. They are just angry.”
She had a smile on her face, but I can see the fear in her blue eyes. She brought me into her embrace and whimpered.
This didn’t settle the uneasiness in my chest, but I returned the hug. “Mother?”
“Alexis, you must listen to me.” My father knelt down and placed a hand on mother’s back and a hand on my head. “You must run.”
“What?”
“You have to run. This place is no longer safe,” stated my father.
“B-But… where would I go?”
“Go to Calore.”
“The enemy kingdom?”