My people are the people of the west. And we are also known by many names, such as wizards, witches, mages, and warlocks. We are well versed in many areas of magic, and we are extremely proud of that fact. However, not everyone thinks we're trustworthy, but trust me, we are.
Our History
The Traveling Gypsies
We had been known throughout the land as the "Traveling Gypsies." Even though we were not gypsies, (they were something else.) But we did travel quite often, sticking mainly to the west, not straying from our usual circuit. We would put on magic shows and fill them with magic tricks some simple and fun, and others with real magic.
Soon people started to come to the west and settling down. The crowds started to get bigger, and someone noticed something. He reported it, and the word spread like wildfire. The rumor was we had used real magic, which we did.
The Suspicions
No one thought much of it, because who would believe that magic was real. But soon everyone wanted to know how we had done our tricks, and we couldn't tell them. If we did that would reveal we had used real magic.
Not long after the authorities started to arrive, and soon they started telling people that magic-users were real, and that we were dangerous. We would take your money, use it to buy potions, and then kill children with it.
We had tried to reject the claims, but the people believed it, and we were no longer welcome anywhere. As the times went on, people grew more and more suspicious of travelers who did any kind of magic. It got so bad that the king issued a decree stating that all magic users where to die or be thrown in prison.
The Horrors
The people started to calm down, but only after hundrds of my people were killed. They were killed in numerous ways, some too horrible to retell. Some were captured only to be released and then hunted like animals. Some were shot and just left to bleed out. Others were killed slowly through a long and painful process. But many were choked. The hunters would come in and find us, wrap a rope around our throats and kill us.
They did it this way, so they would know for a fact that we died. Then they would slice up our bodies, put it into a bag, and then move onto the next house. This went on for years. Some fought back, and no one knows what happened to them. Some just accepted it, and tried to blend in with the rest of the world. While a small few, tried to make peace.
The Consequences
Even though peace never lasted, the peaceful times were good. They gave us time to prove that we were good people. Now times have changed, and even though hundreds if not thousnds of magic-users died, we aren't quite as suspicious anymore. Even though, some people judge us and scrutinize everything we do, I can only hope that the stories and articles I write will change people's mind about us.
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