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A new dawn has come as the early sun shine filled the deep forest she lived in. Her room filled up with light revealing the clutter of books, papers and small trinkets she had made through the years. All that training never went to waste as she continued to practice it. Viola was gathering all the medicine, salves and teas she had made the day before. She had regular customers who were brave enough to buy medicine from her. But there were others who still look down at her. Some were suspicious and others down right hated her and her mother. In the end no one could do anything against. Not since the stories of the cursed ones still linger. It was like a shadow that had its own life as people continued to talk about it. Viola knew that fear drove those villagers to attack them and she used it to her advantage. Her red hood was a staple reminder for those to rethink ill thoughts.
"I'm off to town. See ya when I get back for dinner." She called as he mother worked in the garden.
"Take your time. I don't want you hurrying back and forgetting to buy bread." Her mother waved goodbye as her little girl walked down the trail.
It was a long walk through forest as the morning fog hung low. The soft sounds of birds in the trees and the crunching of dead leaved under her feet greeted lovingly. The serenity of nature would soon be interrupted by the loud orchestra of Eddlestone. The click clacks of horseshoes beating on the cobblestone roads and the chatters of people filled most of the air. The occasional patter of running feet with children laughing chimed in as the streets bustled with life. With soft steps she walked down the street as people moved out of her way. What people may think of her never bothered her. It was their actions that called for attention. Viola and her mother were well aware not everyone in town liked their presence. Many of the town meeting always had the complaints of witches living near their town. It could look like an invitation for a whole clan to live nearby. Yet in the twenty years that she had lived near this town no other witch had ever showed themselves.
Viola went door to door giving the usual medicines and teas to her customers. That was the easy part; the second half was to wait for anyone who was desperate or brave enough to come to her for help. It would take time but at this point time was all she had. The best place to wait for people was the town square. It was the central hub of the entire town. All walks of life could be found and it also meant all walks of need would be drawn to her.
Viola slipped past people and horses as she reached the town's center. A large fountain sat in the center of it all with several statues of ladies pouring water out of vase as the center piece. Surrounding the outskirts of the fountain was people enjoying themselves and even more people selling their wares. The young lady took her spot by the fountain's edge. It was her favorite spot and it wouldn't be long before new customers would find her. Of course there was nothing wrong with having a little fun. Kids were curious and challenged danger and it's boundries.
A couple of kids watched her from the other side of the fountain. She could hear them, it wasn't hard since they were arguing among each other.
"I betcha she isn't a real witch. They're supposed to be ugly and scary." One kid tried to say in a hushed voice.
"My mom said that's not true. They look like us but they're just evil." A little girl tried to say. "ou know we're not even allowed to be this close to her. She could curse us." Those words made the other kids shiver at the thought.
"Or you could just talk to me." Viola chimed in. The kids jumped at her voice but the young women tried to hold in a laugh. "Did I scare ya?" She asked, sounding a little too excited at the idea.
"N-No you didn't!" A boy, smallest one of the bunch tried to say with his chest puffed up.
"Hey, take it easy. I'm not here to hurt anyone or curse anyone. I'm just here out of curiosity. Its rude to talk about someone behind their backs ya know." Viola enjoyed their reactions as the kids tried to put on their bravest of faces.
"Its not like you're a real witch… Are you?" All the kids were thinking it and all of them looked at her with wide eyes. They all wanted an answer and some were leaning in a little closer. Viola smiled at them and looked over that the fountain. She reached down into the water and with one finger touch the surface. Slowly the surface of the water turned into ice and the children were speechless.
"Not all witches are evil, or ugly. We look like you, have families and enjoy life. We just use magic." In that moment the kids had smiles and weren't afraid of her. Viola never knew how good it would feel just to have people look at her with kind eyes. It warmed her to know there was a chance people would one day not fear her. It all ended when an old women came up to them panic stricken and angry.
"Back away from her, she's dangerous!" She screamed in panic. "Stay away from these children! They will not be swayed by your sorcery!" She yelled angrily as spit flew from her mouth. The old women pushed the small kids away telling them to stay away from her. A good feeling was now burned away as they were forced away from her. Maybe being respected was merely a dream.
"I'm off to town. See ya when I get back for dinner." She called as he mother worked in the garden.
"Take your time. I don't want you hurrying back and forgetting to buy bread." Her mother waved goodbye as her little girl walked down the trail.
It was a long walk through forest as the morning fog hung low. The soft sounds of birds in the trees and the crunching of dead leaved under her feet greeted lovingly. The serenity of nature would soon be interrupted by the loud orchestra of Eddlestone. The click clacks of horseshoes beating on the cobblestone roads and the chatters of people filled most of the air. The occasional patter of running feet with children laughing chimed in as the streets bustled with life. With soft steps she walked down the street as people moved out of her way. What people may think of her never bothered her. It was their actions that called for attention. Viola and her mother were well aware not everyone in town liked their presence. Many of the town meeting always had the complaints of witches living near their town. It could look like an invitation for a whole clan to live nearby. Yet in the twenty years that she had lived near this town no other witch had ever showed themselves.
Viola went door to door giving the usual medicines and teas to her customers. That was the easy part; the second half was to wait for anyone who was desperate or brave enough to come to her for help. It would take time but at this point time was all she had. The best place to wait for people was the town square. It was the central hub of the entire town. All walks of life could be found and it also meant all walks of need would be drawn to her.
Viola slipped past people and horses as she reached the town's center. A large fountain sat in the center of it all with several statues of ladies pouring water out of vase as the center piece. Surrounding the outskirts of the fountain was people enjoying themselves and even more people selling their wares. The young lady took her spot by the fountain's edge. It was her favorite spot and it wouldn't be long before new customers would find her. Of course there was nothing wrong with having a little fun. Kids were curious and challenged danger and it's boundries.
A couple of kids watched her from the other side of the fountain. She could hear them, it wasn't hard since they were arguing among each other.
"I betcha she isn't a real witch. They're supposed to be ugly and scary." One kid tried to say in a hushed voice.
"My mom said that's not true. They look like us but they're just evil." A little girl tried to say. "ou know we're not even allowed to be this close to her. She could curse us." Those words made the other kids shiver at the thought.
"Or you could just talk to me." Viola chimed in. The kids jumped at her voice but the young women tried to hold in a laugh. "Did I scare ya?" She asked, sounding a little too excited at the idea.
"N-No you didn't!" A boy, smallest one of the bunch tried to say with his chest puffed up.
"Hey, take it easy. I'm not here to hurt anyone or curse anyone. I'm just here out of curiosity. Its rude to talk about someone behind their backs ya know." Viola enjoyed their reactions as the kids tried to put on their bravest of faces.
"Its not like you're a real witch… Are you?" All the kids were thinking it and all of them looked at her with wide eyes. They all wanted an answer and some were leaning in a little closer. Viola smiled at them and looked over that the fountain. She reached down into the water and with one finger touch the surface. Slowly the surface of the water turned into ice and the children were speechless.
"Not all witches are evil, or ugly. We look like you, have families and enjoy life. We just use magic." In that moment the kids had smiles and weren't afraid of her. Viola never knew how good it would feel just to have people look at her with kind eyes. It warmed her to know there was a chance people would one day not fear her. It all ended when an old women came up to them panic stricken and angry.
"Back away from her, she's dangerous!" She screamed in panic. "Stay away from these children! They will not be swayed by your sorcery!" She yelled angrily as spit flew from her mouth. The old women pushed the small kids away telling them to stay away from her. A good feeling was now burned away as they were forced away from her. Maybe being respected was merely a dream.