I am dissatisfied with the fact that there are very few with whom I can relate. If anything, I consider myself to be amoral. But to hear anyone else talk, that amorality is interpreted most often as immorality. Even those who have the absolute least right to cast judgement upon another do so. It does not matter whom they rob or kill or lie to, whenever they find you are a Wytch, you are always worse than they are. You might as well have the mark of the Beast tattooed somewhere on your person, with most expecting it to be either on your breast or your arse. I am dissatisfied with having to explain, defend, or to fight. I’faith, I’d just as soon be left alone to my own devices. But then, when you are a Wytch, those devices are the very thing that many people, fear the most. If you are left alone to mind your own business, somehow, some way you are making mayhem and trouble at everyone else’s expense.
And if you are unrepentant, and unapologetic for any of things, as certainly I am, then there are even fewer who understand this.
Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Fiction, Legend and Folklore
Word Count: 195