"I accept my mistakes. I am a sinner, please forgive me!" It began with one voice when an old man with sunken eyes and a trembling frame. But soon a flood of emotions broke.
Many realised that they have killed innocents without a reason just because their fear spoke better than their humanity. Many bowed their heads and apologized.
"I accused a young girl once. I thought I was protecting my children."
"My grandmother used to say witches were evil. I never questioned it. I should have asked for reasons."
"We didn't know. We were afraid. But that's no excuse."
"I'm sorry."
Dozens of voices followed, not all equally loud, not all equally sincere, but the air began to shift. Some cried openly. Others dropped to their knees. They weren't noble. They weren't brave. But they were, at last, acknowledging the truth.
"We swear," a woman in the front cried, "we will never hurt another witch again unless they strike first. Unless they come for us in hatred, we will not raise a hand!"
