I just thought of this story on my way home.

I uh...

Enjoy?

Third POV

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A girl with eyes of the flame walked down a narrow road.

Her day was going great! Not even the kids at school could bring her mood down.

They kept calling her names and saying her new haircut was disgusting.

The girl's head was shaved on one side and the other had a good amount of hair on it, though she was still a bit insecure about it.

But every night she would cry herself to sleep with one terrifying thought in her head.

What if they think of me as a witch?

But right now, she wasn't thinking of any of that.

The streets got more crowded as minutes go by.

But unfortunately, she forgot that today was annual Witch burning day, and people were searching for people who seem...unusual in this small town.

She was suddenly stopped by a group of big, burly men.

"Witch, you're coming with us."

The 16 year old girl froze there for a moment, in confusion of course.

"What do you mean? What did I do?"

That's when she realized it was Witch burning day.

Usually, when someone said you were a witch, you would be terrified right?

Well, the girl wasn't.

For 10 years, she has been battling depression.

You might think, 'No one would have depression at the age of 6!'

Well at first she didn't really know what was depression, she always felt sad and worthless.

As she got older, the girl now knows what she had, and has tried for suicide twice.

Twice.

Once at 8 years old, she tried stabbing herself with a pair of sharp scissors.

The second time at 13, she tried jumping off a 3 story building, but ended up with multiple broken bones and a fractured skull, and she still managed to survive that ordeal.

So when it came to Witch burning day, she didn't really care much.

Large, rough hands grabbed her arms, effectively ripping her out of her thoughts.

"It's time to send you back to where you belong, Witch" The one with a beard said as they dragged her to the town center.

There was already someone on the wooden stake, her screams easily heard through the cheers.

Her shrieks died out, letting the people know that she has (their words not hers) 'Sent back to hell where they belong'

The people quickly put out the fire, soon replacing the wooden stake once again.

The 15 year old girl was roughly tied on the stake.

She took a deep breath, ready to meet her fate.

"Today, we will send a witch back where they belong! In the underworld!"

And with that, the torch is threw down, immediately catching fire.

Time seemed to slow down as her black turtle-neck warmed up, her trench coat catching fire.

The flames licked her bare feet.

At for the first time in her sleep-deprived life, Inessa Solarflare felt content.

That was the Prologue guys.

I hoped you like it.