I am eager to get the next few minutes over with, these chains around my wrists that connect to my ankles are starting to rub my skin raw. My clothes are but dirty, wet rags around me. My eyes scan the other women who also have been falsely accused of being a witch. It’s absolutely astonishing that the human race has still survived this long, especially wiping out as many females as possible. The only ridulous thing is - I am a witch, if i had not been hit on the head from behind, I would of used my magic by now to be free. But I woke up to being pulled into line with the other crying women, no, children. They look to be about 12 or 13 years of age. I can maybe feel from three or four of the girls will have gifts - when we make it out of today. My eyes scan around at all the towns people - what pitiful human beings, and the few law enorfocers. My eyes catch on one - an old love, but he was to scared to be seen with me. Just like he did to me - I engulfed him with fire and ran away.