"Momma!" I ran to my mother crying. As the cuts and bruises from rocks stung my skin.
"What happened sweetie?" My mother's soft blue eyes scanned my body with worry.
"Kids threw rocks at me and said I practiced the satan's work...." I cried clinging to her. I could fill her shiver and her tears began to fall as she hugged me tight.
"Baby, you should keep the family practice a secret." She choked out.
I could feel her energy.... Her sadness and fear... fear of people.... Sadness of being misunderstood... The fact that to others the things we saw weren't real.... People aren't accepting of things they don't understand... instead they attack in fear.
Since that day I promised myself I wouldn't hide this fact.... I was proud and happy to say I was a witch and that my Momma & Papa were shawman... till the day they died. I wanted to make people understand that it wasn't what they thought... that it wasn't worshipping demons... and how it was actually a beautiful practice.
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Enchanted
Romance"She never even thought of the possibility she was the one I loved...." I whimpered. Sam Sighed, "Who cares fix it tell her how you feel." "Your right!" I said puffing up my confidence. Sam went to open the door when stood there stunned....very...
