Callista's fist clenched, and she vehemently shook her head. "I don't want to," she pleaded. This was her home; she didn't want to leave.
"It has already been decided, the priest will be here to pick you first thing in the morning," Agatha said, then got on her feet. Callista got up and ran to Agatha's side, tugging her clothes.
"Please let me stay, sister Agatha." She pleaded with the sweetest voice ever, her eyes filled with tears. Agatha's face scrunched up with disgust.
She raised her hand and slapped it across Callista's face. Her fragile body was pushed away, slamming against the wall. "Don't you dare touch me with those filthy hands," Agatha spat.
Callista, whose entire body was in pain, didn't understand what was happening. "It is Mother Agatha now, and as the new head of the temple, it is my responsibility to protect the rest from a cursed child like you." Agatha barked out, her words like poison thrown at Callista.
