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Wake up.
Something’s wrong. The voice, it’s getting stronger, angrier and scarier. It’s getting restless, impatient…
Some time has passed, I am not sure how long, it felt like years, but at the same time it feels like none passed at all. The only thing that I am sure of, is the fact that the voice I heard before isn’t from a human, no, it’s from something far more terrifying. It hasn’t spoken in a while, it’s strange I no longer feel fear for the voice I feel only pity for it.
I will make them pay. And you are going to help me.
Who caused such suffering for you? What do you mean by “help you”?
The voice stopped.
For some reason my body is starting to ache, I am getting restless, I want to move, I am getting angrier. My body is in pain, in horrible suffering, and yet I can’t scream, they are the ones that are doing this. Who are they? THEY, the people who put us here, the arrogant human beings. Ah, yes them. Memories start to flood my mind, memories of people with wicked smiles, memories of them accusing us of something we haven’t done, we help their kind, and they blamed us for bringing them misfortune. We were only someone who has been thought how to make potions and ointments, we weren’t a witch. It hurts. The fire, the painful and the terrifying flame. It’s hot. We scream in pain and yet nobody helps us, we beg them to stop and yet they throw rocks and insults our way. We scream until our throat can’t work anymore. The last thing that comes out of our mouth is a promise, a promise of revenge.
Now, child, wake up and make them pay for our suffering.