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Fear laced fingers clung to themselves as she waited for their judgment. For years she lived among them. And as swift as a tide turns, so did the same ones she called friends. They tore down her door and bound her where she lay. They covered her eyes and without a care, half marched, half dragged her to the village well. There they chained her to a post for all to see.

“Here is the demon among you. This false woman has deceived you into thinking she is one of you. Cut her and see for yourself how she heals herself. See the unnatural blue rim to her eyes. That is the power of something unworldly. This thing, this abomination, will doom us all if it isn’t cast out.”

The words of a stranger bore more weight than fond memories. One by one they cut her. Her wounds didn’t heal. They forced her head back to gaze into the eyes that once smiled at them. Her cries didn’t matter.

Cut off her head, one shouted.

Sacrifice her, said another.

The stranger stood at her side, a glow in his own eyes, while the villagers argued over what fate already claimed. Her blood called for her from the soaked patch of earth beneath her, and like an obedient child, her body caved. Down she fell, her vision fading as partial payment to death. The villagers she once held so highly were the last thing she saw.

They were the abominations. They were the demons.  And they she cursed.

© Maura D., marsreine.wordpress.com, 2019
Prompt Source: tehuti‘s 100 Writing Prompts

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