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Ivy, (sorceress) had always had inhumane powers, throughout her long life. Varying from bursts of supernatural strength during her early childhood, to when the villagers, her “people” drove her out. She looked at her desk, the “trophy” of that battle sitting on some notes, like a pointless souvenir used as a paperweight. She stood from her rickety chair and walked over to the open window and looked out to the city. The trophy had made her mind wander to that evening, one that was meant to be amazing, but was now the cause of her many doubts and nightmares. It was New Years night, the village had never been more beautiful and at ease. Ivy was to do a fire dance show, it was her best chance at making everyone like her. But halfway through the dance, the wraiths came. They emerged from the direction of the deepest part of the forest, a place where no one had come back from. Then they all began attacking the villagers. Ivy had always known she had some kind of strength, but she was scorned if she ever even mentioned something like or relating to it in front of anyone, but that night she knew she was the one who would stop these vengeful spirits. She took her fire dance equipment since maybe fire could ward them off. She ran to the closest one, and struck at it with the flaming stick. The spirit dissolved and she ran to the next. She threw her second at another wraith as she dissolved the one in front of her. She regretted throwing it, it meant she’d have to waste precious seconds retrieving it. As soon as she thought that thought, the stick appeared in her hand. Before she could think about what she just did, she heard a wave of screams coming from a big group of villagers. Anger surged through her as she sprinted to them. As she ran, she barely noticed how the sticks ignited completely, setting her hands on fire, or how the fire spread all over her body, or how none of it even hurt her. All she cared about was stopping the wraiths from ruining this village and slaughtering her people, even though they had never been very welcoming to her. A booming voice, that only after the incident had she realized was hers, shouted, “BEGONE WITH YOU!” as she struck the remaining spirits down. She calmed down, and saw the villagers, staring at her wildly. Tears began welling up at her eyes as the shock came in. Her body relaxed a little and she smiled as the tears streaming down her face evaporated on her still hot skin. Before she could rest, someone yelled, “A WITCH!! I KNEW IT, SHE’S A WITCH!!!” Pandemonium began as the villagers grouped together and ran to attack her. The Sorceress looked over the city and prayed these people would be more welcoming, and like the first time, her tears evaporated on her face.
