Sierra pov.

Three days had passed after I had dug the ground and buried my mother inside.

I still could not believe that my mother was gone, and I could no longer see her.

I sat in my mother's favorite chair, not moving an inch. I had been sitting there, crying, refusing to stand up. All I wanted was to know who did this to my mother.

I remembered how the village had yelled, calling me a witch. I could feel the accusations, blaming me for my mother's death. And even now, the pain still consumed me from within.

I looked down at the ground, feeling my heart pounding rapidly....