You walked through the forest, on the well-trodden path.
The sun leaked through the trees and leaves and gently warmed your face.
The forest was like a second home to you. You had been walking this path since you were little, to visit your Grandma.
But it had been a while since then, you hardly ever visited anymore after she passed away, you made a mental note to come here more often.
You had almost forgotten how beautiful it was.
You were making your way to the next village over, for the mid-summer markets. Of course, it was a fair distance away, and you could never make it there in one day, so you would stop and spend the night at your cottage in the woods that had belonged to your grandmother.
The sun sat heavily in the evening sky, and you enjoyed the last of its warmth.
It was getting late, but the cottage was just around the bend.
You opened the door to find it was exactly as you had left it.
It was a small cottage, but it was warm and cozy inside.
You threw kindling in the fire and set a large log atop of that.
You snapped your fingers and the wood caught fire immediately.
The fact that you had witches blood in you was kept well-hidden. Very well-hidden.
You were giving the traits of magic from your Grandmother, and the truth was kept hidden from the whole village, they did not know you two were related.
They didn't know anything.
You weren't the devils-wives and you weren't demons, you were just different, they didn't understand, and that's why they had hunted your grandmother down.
But you lived your life as an ordinary girl in the village.
You wouldn't let your Grandma's sacrifice be in vain, you managed to teach yourself basic magic, just the basics, and that's all you needed to survive .
Once you got the fire going, you let yourself relax.
Not even bothering with the bed, you sprawled out onto the sheepskin rug in front of the fire.
It was so soft, so fluffy.
Yawning, you undid the laced bow that kept your Hood tied to you, shrugged out of it and fell back on to the rug.
It was such a warm, drowsy night your eyelids felt heavy, and you slowly drifted into slumber.
Your deep red eyes that could rival your cloak snapped open, you sat up immediately.
You heard the snapping of branches and shouts outside. You saw the flickering flames and silhouettes of torches and pitchforks.
Had they discovered you?
Panic jolted through your heart as you waited for them to rush towards you with their weapons...
But they didn't.
They were hunting something else.
And then you heard it, a gravelly deep Howl.
it's amazing and actually spelled correctly which is rare on deviantart. i loved it
Ok! I'll make one right away then!
Definitly needs a sequel!! I'm like dying to know what happens now :3
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This is gonna be one awesome story!
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