"Behold!"
He said.
"I was sent to lead all of you to the right path."
He said.
His eyes narrowed as his attention drew over to me.
"Young lady, overthere. What is your name?"
I looked at him suspiciously.
I did not say my name.
"Young lady, are you the daughter of the filthy man in the shack?"
I withstood his piercing look as I said "Yes" with the most confident voice.
"I indeed am the daughter of the filthy man in the shack. Why?"
He smiled widely and looked around. The villagers not daring to make a sound.
"She can talk! Oh, sweet lady. How come? How come your father is rotting in a shack and you are dressed this nicely?"
I looked away, not in shame but for the sake of the people. I did not want a blood bath. Not infront of them.
"Behold!"
His voice was filled with sudden rage and passion, both at the same time. I glanced up to see.
He pointed the pike of his gleaming crested sword at me.
"Behold, villagers!"
I saw a hidden sneer before his face turned dark and harmful
"A witch."
A scene.