Here is my story, its a bit long and but I wanted as much detail as I could use.
Now I will tell you all a tale. It's called "The First Witch."
Many years ago, in a small town, there lived a girl named Shana. She lived in a nice house with her lovely
mother and her very brave father. Shana's heart was very soft, and her mind was very keen. When you looked
into her eyes, they listened, but when she listened with her ears, she could see your mind. These are are very
unique traits that set her apart from others.
When the sheep were attacked by wolves, the farmers would call for vengeance upon the evil wolves. But,
Shana would say, "the wolves aren't evil." She knew that it was no more evil for a wolf to kill a sheep, than for
a human to kill a sheep. She still was not angry with the wolves nor the farmers. She understood the wolf's
need to eat and the happiness in their hunting. She also understood the farmer's instincts, and their emotions,
as well as their feelings and grown of their minds from young to old and all the lessons that they learned. She
understood a mother's love for her children, a girl's jealousy, and a man's fear. She knew the meaninf of running
water, cloudy sky, and even the names of the stars, and eventually she knew life and death.
Shana's family loved her dearly, but the other people of the town did not. They feared what they couldn't
understand: death, lightning, plague, nightmares, ill omens, and Shana too. They began to despise her. Their fear
and distrust for her grew and grew; until one day, they decided to kill her.
They gathered saws and chisels, axes, picks, and scythes, and they went in search of her. They found her
beyond the outskirts of town. She and a Willow were dangling their toes in a brook. They called out to her,
"Shana, we are done with your unnatural ways, we will have done with you!" Shana became sorrowful that her own
people would do such a thing and she wept. The mob would not be forgiving. They just marched closer.
As the people raised their hands against her, they were taken by disaster! The Earth, the Air, and
the Water, the Tree's and all the higher things had grown fond of Shana. They loved and treasured the only
human they'd ever known, who shared their understanding and acceptance of the world. As the people drew
their wills against Shana, so did the world draw its force against the humans! Some were swallowed by the Earth,
and some were strangled by the Willow. Water leapt up and drowned some of them, and many were abandoned
by Air and could not breath and died.
News spreads like wildfire, and soon the people of the world had heard the story. But they did not know the story
to be true, but as the legend of the Wicked Witch, Shana. You see, Witches are not evil, but precious,
and the world preserves them. It is true that people die by hunting Witches, but it is their own evil, and no other, which