She was engulfed by the near foggy darkness. Whispering pushed and pulled through her thoughts until it was all she could hear. Even with how loud it was, she couldn't figure out what they were saying. Despite that, she knew exactly what they meant - they were talking about her, afterall. Her power, and all that she could do.
ㅤㅤEvil...
ㅤㅤOut of control...
ㅤㅤA witch...
ㅤㅤWas she really a witch? Would a witch... do the things she had done? Their understanding of that word was different from hers. She knew them to be beautiful, and kind, and powerful. Yet, they thought of them differently - they saw her as wicked, and conniving, and despicable. Well, she assumed if that was what they wanted so badly...
ㅤㅤShe was one to oblige.