The story of a witch

“””There was a girl that slept in the slums of her home town in the distant forgotten ages of history. She was young and frail, but her mind and knowledge were extraordinary. She wandered around begging for food until the day she found a tool, she grasped a small pot in a shape of a molten rock, and thought to herself how she could make her very own plot. She heard stories of adventure and wished to be more than a splinter. So she took the pot and started to plot, she schemed the unworthy as they were not sturdy and eventually became a new identity. She brewed potions made for disaster and charms used to shatter poor souls. She was just a child as all of them knew, so they turned a blind eye without knowing what was in her stew. Months came and gone as none knew how long until the day all the people began to fall in disarray. Panic spread as all seem to not be aware, as word spread of a old women who was named to be unfair. The rumor spread she was known as a witch, for even now none would know it was just a little kid.”””(This poetic story speaks on how rumors of many myths were spread through time and misinterpreted as time went by, for what we knew it was an old women who looked fowl and horrid, but as time go by from the actual truth, only a few will forever know the origin of a myth)