Something like magic
Druecilla was a powerful witch, with long dark hair and piercing green eyes. She had been living in the desert for years, ever since she was forced to flee her home when she was discovered to have magical abilities.
Despite the harsh conditions, she had learned to love the desert. She felt at peace amidst the vast expanse of sand and sky, and the warm, humid air that enveloped her like a comforting blanket. She often spent her days exploring the dunes and communing with nature, using her magic only when necessary.
One day, as she was walking through the desert, she noticed a dark cloud forming in the sky. She knew that rain was a rarity in the desert, and her heart fluttered with excitement. She had always loved the rain, and she couldn't resist the temptation to perform a rain spell.
Closing her eyes, she reached out with her magic and whispered the ancient incantation. Within seconds, icy water droplets began to fall from the sky, drenching the parched earth. Druecilla couldn't contain her joy as she danced in the rain, feeling the cool water on her skin.
However, her moment of happiness was short-lived. A group of villagers, who had been watching her from afar, emerged from the shadows. They had seen her perform the rain spell and they knew what that meant - she was a witch.
Without a moment's hesitation, they surrounded her, their faces contorted with fear and hatred. Druecilla's heart sank as she realized what was happening. She had faced persecution before, but she had always managed to escape. This time, however, she was outnumbered and surrounded.
"You...you're a witch!" one of them exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at her.
Druecilla spoke calmly, her voice laced with sadness, "Yes, I am a witch. But that doesn't make me a monster. I only used my magic to bring rain to this parched land."
But her words fell on deaf ears. The villagers were filled with a blind hatred for anyone who possessed magical abilities. They saw witches as a threat that needed to be eliminated.
As they closed in on her, Druecilla knew that she had to defend herself. She summoned her magic, ready to fight back. But before she could unleash her powers, a young girl stepped forward from the crowd.
"Stop! Please stop!" the girl cried out, tears streaming down her face. She looked no older than ten, but her eyes were filled with a depth of wisdom that was beyond her years.
"We only see what our eyes want to see," the girl continued, looking directly at Druecilla. "How can life be what you want it to be, if you judge someone based on their abilities instead of who they truly are?"
Druecilla was taken aback by the girl's words. She had never encountered such compassion and understanding from a human before. It gave her hope that not everyone was blinded by fear and prejudice.
Moved by the girl's words, the villagers slowly started to lower their weapons. The tension in the air dissipated as they began to see Druecilla in a new light. She was not a threat, but a fellow being who deserved to be treated with respect and kindness.
With tears in her eyes, Druecilla turned to the girl and said, "Thank you, child. You have shown me that there is still goodness in this world."
As the villagers dispersed, Druecilla approached the girl and asked, "What is your name?"
The girl smiled, "My name is Aria, and I have always known that magic is a gift, not a curse."
Druecilla felt a surge of warmth in her heart. She had found a kindred spirit in the most unexpected place. Together, they walked back to Druecilla's home in the desert, where they spent the rest of the day talking and sharing stories.
From that day on, Druecilla and Aria became fast friends, united by their love for magic and the belief that everyone should be accepted for who they are. And as they watched the sun set over the desert, Druecilla couldn't help but feel grateful for the rain that had brought her a new friend and a newfound hope for acceptance. Only something like magic feels like this.