"Kill the witch!" A man with jet black hair exclaimed and they charged towards her.

Maris turned to run away, but there wasn't any luck on her side as she tripped on a stone and fell on her stomach, bruising her cheek. She laid on her butt and supported herself up with both her palms, flatly placed to the ground.

"No, I'm not a witch." She cried, eyes darting from one person to the other. She didn't know what to do. All that was spinning in her head was that she would die.

Her heart pounded and her mouth went dry as she tried to crawl backwards on her butt...