Sanctuary- A Witch-s Tale -

She stumbled through the snow, clutching her belly. Knocked on the door.

The flames rose. The village cheered. And something in Elara cracked open—not into rage, but into a deep, cold knowing. She did not curse them. She did not summon lightning. She simply turned and walked into the forest, and the trees closed behind her like a door. For three years, Elara lived alone. She learned the old magic from scratch—not from grimoires, but from the pulse of roots, the language of bones, the silence between heartbeats. She became thin and sharp, more splinter than girl. Visitors came anyway, because pain always finds the witch. Sanctuary- A Witch-s Tale

One winter night, Ivy asked her, “What happens when you die?” She stumbled through the snow, clutching her belly

Elara watched from the edge of the pyre, held back by three men. Her mother did not scream. She looked at Elara with eyes like two embers and mouthed one word: Sanctuary . The village cheered

Ivy shook her head. “I’m not strong enough.”