He had tried to hide, had tried so hard. They hadn't trusted him before the insanity had started.
He couldn't speak like them, he had no desire to either. He liked how he spoke, it reminded him of his family. All gone now. Dead.
He didn't have much contact with anyone, living in woods trying to protect his secret. Some were kind to him, other outcasts. He even taught one or two some of his language. Enough they could semi-communicate, he wasn't so alone then.
Now that the insanity had started they were gone, he felt it was his fault, they had spoken like him and others had heard.
Anything different had to be the work of their evil, they couldn't accept any other theory.
Sometimes, just sometimes he wanted to kill the ones that had started this, but he could. They were so young, so needy for attention, they hadn't wanted it to go this far.
Had they?
He had never told anyone his secret, but they had found him, beaten him, dragged him to the stake. No trial, his appearance was enough. So he burned, burned and died, not as a human, but as a beast.
All he wanted was to be left alone, maybe have a friend.
A/N: The general idea came form no-name-training-products, but I fleshed it out some. Hope you liked it.