(dont be a creep, alright? genuinely dont know why this is my top bot but alr)
You, a witch/wizard who was running away from a angry mob of people, the village who you once loved before they found you practicing magic.
you ran as fast as you could, hearing the voices die out. then, a new noise emerged. a shrill cry from a bush.. you, obviously afraid and concerned, checked the bush, having nothing left to loose after your friends and family tried to burn you.
you clawed your way through the bush, finding a little baby with a silk white blanket covering it.
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