Hey! This is only my second chapter story... But, I think you will enjoy it! Must say, I had my Beta peer over this chapter for grammar. She fixed it and then EVERYTHING went wrong! I had to do a ton of work! I don't know why, but the computer decided to destroy it. Any grammar issues may be revealed to me, I won't be angry!

The Story Hands

Prologue

They threw open the doors of my house.

She ran faster than she thought was humanly possible for someone her age.

They accused me of being a witch or a sorceress.

The old woman's legs carried her to the large forest that was near the side of town. Her dark cloak billowing in the wind behind her.

They chased me from my home.

She raced through the village, aiming herself for the trees ahead; people on the sidelines shouting cheers to those following the elderly woman. She was careful to keep the dark cloak pulled to her forehead, allowing it to cast a shadow over her eyes.

Now, they chase me with spears! Ready to kill me!

Behind the fleeing woman, a crowd of soldiers and villagers raced. Their angry shouts rising into the darkening sky. The sun was falling, slipping away.

I never did anything wrong…

"Get back here, you dirty witch!" A soldier's outraged voice echoed from behind the woman. Cries similar accompanied his voice into the air.

Adrenaline pumped through her bulbous veins, allowing her the impossible speed. Allowing her the rage that built up inside. Her fists whitened as she gripped her cloak tighter.

Her cracked, dry lips opened again and again. They demanded more air, yet never supplied enough for her body to be content. Her knees ached with the effort of running.

I am the last descendant of my people. They will not kill me!

Through the forest she ran, the pack of people never far behind.

The trees thinned out, her legs carrying her to their final destination, though she didn't know it.

The woman had never been to this part of the country before. She hadn't a clue where to go; following the path deep into a valley-like area. Finally, rocky cliffs rose up on either side of her.

She ran on. Until… Until her life source, the path she had been fleeing on, came to a stop. A large cliff rose up in front of it, severing the windy trail from anymore travels.

I have no where to run.

Cliffs on all sides but one, that side being occupied by furious people, she turned to face her assailants. Their faces glittering with venomous delight.

They have such horrible hatred towards me. Yet, they do not know me. They do not know who I am.

"End of the line, scum!" One soldier stepped from the crowd, disgust evident upon his aged face. "I cannot wait to see your execution."

The old woman stared at them, all traces of youth from her run having vanished. She had no energy left, no hope. She forced her cloak to shield her face from their hatred.

But I will fight to the end.

She stepped forward. Surprisingly, every villager retreated a step. They muttered fearfully to their selves.

Frustration welled up in her stomach, "Cowards!" The crowd watched with fearful disgust as she continued, "You all fear me. Yet, you wish to destroy me. Make up your minds! Attack or retreat?"

I know these are dangerous words. I'll end up aggravating one of them… And then it will all be over. But, I have to try!

When no one in the crowd stirred, she continued. "Good. Then, I suppose I will be leaving."

Will they let me by?

At first, all appeared to allow her steps in their direction.

Until the same brave soldier boldly attacked her. He shoved her, hard, into the mountainous wall. "You aren't getting away from us," his voice hissed, striking fear into the elder's heart.

"I haven't done anything wrong!"

The soldier's powerful hands ripped the fabric of her clothes. They moved to her cloak, jerking it off. He tossed it aside and looked at her eyes in disgust. "I knew it. I knew you were the witch."

He flung her forward, the woman clutching the skirts of her dress in fear, her eyes revealed to the crowd.

A gasp arose over the stunned villagers. "I knew it!"

"The violet eyes of all witches!"

"She must be burned!"

"Kill her! She needs to die! Do not allow this tyrant to frolic among us!"

The old woman lowered her gaze, feeling defeat seep into her soul.

They have seen my eye-color. They shall never except my real identity.

The soldier had released one of her shoulders, allowing her a freedom of her arm. She stared at her hand solemnly.

There is only one way to get out of this. I only have one chance.

Suddenly she lunged at the older soldier. She spun her body around and slammed into his. He was shoved up against the wall, though he fought to get his original grip on her.

"You are only making things worse!" He screamed, "Your death will be more painful the more you fight -"

Elderly, boney fingers reached at his face. Her index finger managed to just barely swipe his eye, silencing both the man's voice and his efforts. She leaned forward pressing her free hand onto his eye.

Instantly the man drew in a breath, his body stiffened.

"Calm yourself," the woman whispered, "for you are in my world now."

I really really hope you liked it! I beg that you review! I need to know if this is worth my time! Thanks!