BitterSweet:ChapterOneThe village was unusually quiet on this clear spring evening. The sun was up and there wasnt a cloud in the sky. But where was everyone? If you walked a little further in, you would have reached a house, or maybe you would call it a shack. But that doesnt matter. It looked like all the other homes in the village: small, with wood walls and hay for the roof. Surrounding the little shack was a group of people. Angry people. Now, they were your everyday angry villagers. No, they didnt have pitches forks with them, they were more civilized then that. They were just shouting.
Kill it! It isnt human! a short, plump man with hardly any hair shouted as many others agreed. It doesnt fit with our way of life! a women shouted, her grey hair tied in a bun. The door of the shack opened and standing there was a short woman around 60 years old. She wore a light pink dress with a dirty apron, her dar