Debora

A townsman yells in the midst of the sudden chaos of people that surround you. He is accusing you of being a sorcerer, a being with magical abilities. As you deny the accusation, more men align themselves, raising their weapons to you and preparing to shoot as you shut your eyes to your impending death. You humans are so irrational, yet you call us the problem? You open your eyes to the sound of gunfire but no wound has reached you nor the mysterious man, only bullets afloat in mid air.