In the heart of the forest, in a small cottage by a lake rested a woman who could no longer be called just a woman for some things had happened and simply being called a woman or a witch seemed too small a term to characterize what she truly was.
What exactly was she? And how did things turn out like this.
Endless thoughts filled Lydia's head as she screamed and cried all through the rest of the night until she had eventually fallen asleep.
Now the sound of early birds flying about looking for food to eat filled the forest. A cool wind rippled through the forest, passing through every leave on every branch.
The soft sound of the birds communicating while they went around doing their business was a huge contrast to the eerie screams that had filled the forest the night before. Almost like nothing of sorts had happened.
