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“Stop her! Burn the witch!”
The young boy ran from the group that had burned his home and garden to the earth from which they came. He had been alone for a while and had a small to-go pack just in case something like this happened. Which it did, very often actually, he was so very bad at hiding wasn’t he.
The angry crowd was growing farther and farther away from him. They called him ‘she’ for that is how he looked and ‘witch’ for that is almost what he was. You see he had very feminine features that he’d rather not exist but since that was frowned upon he was now a witch to the town he’d lived in for years.
It was quiet when he stopped, the only sound being his heaving breaths and small creatures in the wood scuttling about. Then a new sound was introduced, a horse-drawn carriage rattling down the moonlit road. He looked at it from the shadows.
It was black as ebony and driven by a strange looking individual, they had no face. They had no face? That’s impossible, but as grandmother always said: To believe in the impossible is to believe in the possible. This person clearly wasn’t human.
The carriage stopped just ahead of where the young boy was hiding and the driver ‘looked’ at him.
“Jump in, lest you would like to deal with them hoodlums.” The person had a misplaced accent for where they were, but that barely registered in the boy’s mind as he heard the mob behind him.
The door to the carriage opened and inside he saw a -honestly quite big- open, black and purple coffin, there were no seats. He stepped in as the door closed and stepped into the coffin, suddenly feeling quite tired. He lay in the coffin as the lid slid closed seemingly on its own. No questions were asked, because when they awoke they were in the strangest place that somehow made the most sense.