♡" where the younger time is really good?"♪

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YEAR:1692
You and your mother lived relatively far from the main stream of the rest of the towns people, the only time you would go down would be to gain supplies to property feed yourself and your mother. You and your mom where always the talk of the village. Never really fit in with the rest. Your mother has always had some strange hobbies. She would always just tell you to go to town when she would start her other worldly activities.

"Y/N DEARRR! COME INSIDE! TIME FOR SUPPER!"
You quickly dashed inside you were never the type to miss a meal🥘  sadly today was leftover stew, it's when your mom would throw whatever she had left into the pot and cook it on a steaming fire.

"Awh! There you are" your mother cooed
You giggled and swung through the door being engulfed in the heat of the room. You slid in your little chair and eagerly picked up the wooden spoon you and your mother crafted out of the old oak tree that crashed  a while back.

"Not much today dreary, well... we'll have to go to town tomorrow" your mother sighed

"By we, you mean me right-?" You mocked

"Tsk Tsk-"
•you brought the spoon to your mouth•  blah Broccoli->:(, as much as you wanted to spit the concoction out of your mouth- supplies were low and it's either this or going hungry.
"You know how much I love you right-?" Your mother murmured
"I know mommy-"
"Great!"
•faint shouting was heard•

"Mommy do you- hear that..?"

"Hm..? Hear what?"
•it keeps getting louder, and louder•
•it was quiet for a moment• 
"I-I think I do-" she said
"#### THE W#TC#!!" It was faint but getting louder... I can't understand what there saying
"K##L THE WITC#!!" The group chanted
"KILL THE WITCH!!!" they screamed
"L-let me look" your mother murmurs
•she shuffles out the door, you creep out behind her grabbing onto her leg•
A large crowd of people holding pitch forks and large burning torches dashing toward your little home
•your mothers eyes opened widely•
"Mommy...? What's going on? What is a witch?... momma?"
She was pale all Expression lost her pupils were dilated.

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