I remember the day it all started. I was 12, and it was around Christmas. I was acting all normal until that night. Up until that day, I lived in a semi religious family. This was the day I realized I was different from everyone else. The day I realized I was a witch.
I wasn't one of those weird ones you see on tv. My kind, now very rare, was more like of a natural type. Relying on the elements, rocks, and simple spells to get what we want and do what is better for others. Since we are so far and few, people always are trying to hunt us. Eliminate us. We haven't been discovered majorly since the Salem witch trials. Ever since then, all of us try to stay away from there. For every time we do, we die.