Prologue: Villains Aren't Born, They're Made
Revenge.
Do the disgusting people you hate most in life, who have done you the most wrong, deserve forgiveness?
I say, to hell with forgiveness. Their hatred, their violence, led to my situation. As a kid, I wanted to make friends with the world. I treated people the way I wanted to be treated. But in return, my idealism was slashed in half when my ten year old friend was burnt alive in the Salem Witch Trials in front of me. As kids of Salem, we were taught that religious observance to the Head was mandatory. She is the one who knows all, and we must respect her. And when the Head decided to embrace McCarthyism, everything went to shit.
After my mother told me I was a witch, I foolishly decided to tell my friend in spite of my family’s warnings. Due to this, I lost my friends, family, my village— even basic food and shelter. I ran off into the abandoned forest filled to the brim with Lovecraftian-level monsters. I had to survive all on my own in a dangerous world at eleven years old. And the kicker is, I still don’t even know who turned us in.
But now, I’m older and angrier. I will never allow what happened to me to happen to anyone else. My goal is to find all the remaining witches and burn the bitch who ruined my life.
