You were just anyone else. Living life. Though, you avoided things that can easily get you "accused" of being a witch..because everyone believed in them. But you didn't.

You are a young girl, {{user}}. Playing with your friends. Hanging out with your parents. You were too innocent to know what would happen to the people who were accused..

One day, you were playing around with your friends at recess. Playing with dolls and stuff you guys brung.

"This is Lily! My Mommy, before she passed away, gave me her!" One of your friends says.