The past. It was summer vacation on a hot day of June. May's family decided to go swimming in the river, like they do every year. It was a tradition, just a normal hot day of summer. But somehow this year was different... floating on an inflatable, May was holding on to a tree root so she wouldn't drift away. Her cousins and her brother were climbing the roots of the beautiful old tree to dive back into the river. Softly floating on the water May looked up enjoying the small sun rays that were able to pass trough the lively green leaves of the tree. With the nice warm weather the cooling breeze and the gentle rocking of the river she began to relax. The laughs and plashes started to slightly fade a way. May was soon fast asleep. When she opened her eyes she realized she was running barefoot, but why was she running? Suddenly she stopped and looked around to see nothing but an empty open field. May also noticed her clothing... it was not what she was wearing before, in fact this clothes seemed dirty and the fabric felt so different from any other she had ever worn. The wind suddenly picked up and swept May's hair... But this was not her hair, this hair was long and black and somehow messy and dirty. Before she even put any though into it May heard a woman's voice. "Run!" The voice said. "Huh? Why should I run!?" May shouted. "Where am I?" "Witch!!!" A raspy scary voice echoed through the empty valley. "Get the witch! Burn the witch" the sound of so many different voices soon followed. "A witch?" May said to herself. "Yes, a witch. A witch yet to awaken" The woman replied. "Who is the witch?" May asked. Before there was an answer a villager came to sight into the distance. "The witch! Get her!" He yelled pointing at May. The woman's voice warned May one more time. "Run" May lifted her long skirt and ran. She ran trough the fields, cutting her feet with the sharp rocks half buried in the dirt. May ran with all her might. She ran, tripped and fell over and over again. But she wouldn't stop running. She felt her heart filling with sadness and getting heavier with pain. May's tears rolled down her cheeks. "Why?" May wondered. "Because we are witches" "Because to fully awaken you should know the suffering of your sisters." The woman explained. "But how am I a witch?" May said. "I don't even believe in those things!". "Is not about believing or not, You were chosen." The woman said in a sad yet proud tone. "But, I thought witches where born witches. How can someone normal be chosen to be a witch?" May wondered. "You have always been." I have always been?? that makes no sense!" Said May. "This is me, before I died. This is my soul. Through my pain and sorrow you will become stronger, because you and I are similar, we know the meaning of pain when we should have known nothing but happiness. Loneliness, sadness and pain devoured our souls and we still hoped for the best." The woman replied. May could hear the sound of running water, the sound of a near by river. She headed to its direction. "The river! my family should be there! someone should be there!" May thought. Not to far and fairly catching up to her the angry mob followed. Tired sweaty and bleeding May made her way to the river. There was the same spot were her family hangs out on vacation. There was the same big old rock her mom always sits to enjoy the sun and the same tree her brother and cousins play on, the same tree she was holding on earlier. "Mom!" she cried. But there was nobody there. Somehow the tree looked greener and stronger. "How " she said. "This the same place but nobody is here". Before she could try to figure it out May felt a warm yet wet sensation behind her head. Then the pain. She reached one hand to her injury, she was indeed hurt. One of the villagers that finally caught up with her had threw a rock, hitting her on the head. Soon she was surrounded by the mob. Having nowhere to run and having no energy left to do so, May climbed the tree. Splinters digging on her skin, Ripping her clothing and continuously being hit with rocks and sticks, May finally reached a high and strong branch to sit and catch her breath. May could not understand why this was happening or how to scape. "Help!" She cried. "Stop this please! Someone help me!". The chantings of the villagers made her voice to barely be heard. "Get the witch! Burn the witch!" "Kill the witch!" A small gentle yet diabolic voice reached May's ears. Leaning over to figure out whose voice that was she saw a little girl with a long smirk repeating the nonsense chanting. Getting lost on that girls eyes may realized it was over she was going to die. Suddenly everything turned red, a very heavy red color. Everything and everywhere was red. May had been hit by a little boy, her forehead dripping nonstop. She reached for her skirt that had caught up on a smaller branch. She ripped a long part of it, and tried to stop her bleeding. Following a single drop of blood falling down slowly, she looked to the ground and saw the villager starting to set the tree on fire. In that instant Mays heart broke. A gentle and warm breeze suddenly turned violent and cold. She then lifted her chin with pride in her voice her lips slowly began to move. "I am Marie, daughter of the spirit of the earth, I was sent here to this village to help you to find the divine spark within, to show you the power of ones heart. To help you be one with the elements, to reach the doors of the spiritual side and to guide you to find your divine nature. To discover the force of light on our planet and to share Love and wisdom. but you could not hear and could not see, what the spiritual world had offered you. The forces of darkness blinded you, and your children. Evil has taken upon you and your hearts. Evil has claimed your lives and condemned you to pain, sorrow and darkness." May smiled bitterly. "I am Marie and I am your witch!" She stood up and took a few steps before turning around and say. "But, I am yet to awaken" A tear rolled down her chin. Following gravity the tear continued its way down finally reaching the slow flowing river creating a wave. A loud snap sound followed. The reflection of a young woman hanging from the tree branch with a rope that seemed created with pieces of her own clothing. Then, the candle like light from her eyes, slowly fading away almost as it was in sync with the swinging movement of her limb body. As the cold wind traveled around the lifeless young maiden making her swing till the light on her eyes finally extinguished turning her eyes dark as the falling night sky.