Centuries had passed since women of false accusations were tortured and put to death, whether it be by stone or water there was always an experience of horror and agony to befall them before their end. Of course those were just the simplest of ways that an execution was carried out, if one were to do their research and dig deep enough they would find the grittiest and darkest manners that the people used to rid themselves of the evil. All the while, they proved to be the true evil. The world wasn't aware of that actual facts sadly enough, now in the modern days no one cared to imagine what Hell the women faced before their broken bodies were left to rot. People only listened to what they heard and rolled with it, not even understanding that death by fire actually cooked the lungs before the flames could even lick the body. Perhaps it was too brutal to think about in a world that had grown even more deadly, instead of hunting witches and myths humans turned to hunting each other in war and discrimination. Now if they were to learn about the truth, how would they react? Would they live up to their ancestors and commit genocide? It was a horrifying notion, but also rather intriguing. At least, to Kalina it was. Any mention of what satisfied her morbid curiosities and her friends would be shooing her away with 'unnecessary nonsense'. Such a thing won't ever happen, there was far more humanity in the world than there was in the seventeenth century. Since then witches had made sure to hide; to seek refuge among themselves and grow as the years progressed, all while the world of today never batted an eye to their existence. Emeralds peered down the long stretch of road as the young woman kept lost in her mind, comparing personal lessons about the witch trials to the shortened stories that were thrown around outside her village. It baffled her how the people easily allowed for the wool to be pulled over their eyes, ignoring all but what the media and society dictated. Of course there were a far number of groups who spoke out about the lies, but not quite in the way they needed to. How do you break a lie when you don't even know the truth? Magic existed, monsters existed, fuck.. maybe aliens existed. But the world wouldn't see, perhaps it never would. But maybe that was a good thing. A yawn broke Kalina's train of thought, arms stretching up into the cool overcast sky. It was the perfect weather, no sun to burn her eyes and just enough moisture in the air to keep her body cool as she walked. By then her feet were aching with tension, it had been hours since she began her journey from the neighboring town and not one car had passed while the minutes dragged by in an agonizing fashion. Usually she would hitch a ride from someone driving back to their secluded homes, those living further in the wooded area knew and kept her little secret of where she lived. Pulling her hair into a black mass of a bun on the top of her head, the girl stopped to adjust the waistband of her shorts before glancing back to where she had come from. If a car was on it's way in her direction it would need to turn around a bend of trees, but so far there was nothing to be seen except for all the exciting colors of the woods. "...Fine, I'll make it three today," She muttered under her breath before peeling off her small backpack, the decision was shortly made while she squatted down to rummage through the cluttered bag in search of a familiar orange tube. The label was peeled off, but she already knew what it contained just by eyeing the small shapes inside, "Just to help my feet, then I'll go back to having two a day tomorrow." Most witches left home to explore and make friends with their little pretend lives, she on the other hand left to find ways to escape while back in her room.