"Burn the witch! Burn the witch!" The only thing heard. It was chanted away by the people standing in a circle around a women, tied to a cross, with her hands tied above her head. "If thee wish to kill me, do so. But let Selene live! She did nothing to thee.But what three do to me, is thy mockery!" She yelled out to the man holding a small tourch, as flames danced within it.
The man smirked. "Last wish granted for thee." He said, throwing the torch, makeing it fall onto hay, which was around her feet, Makeing the flames move up the wooden cross she was tied to.
Her old brown and tan color clothing, was burning now. The wood and the clothes both on fire, giving a strange smell. But a fowl one at that. Soon, the smell of burning flesh was smelled all around the small village. Screams of terror, and cries of pain rang out from her mouth. her green eyes closed, tightly. Soon, the flames had soon spread up toward her long beautiful blonde hair.
After maybe ten mintues of slow burning, her bones lay on the ground, also ashes laying around them. Some ashed still did not stop burning. The rope had fallen, letting the wind slowly carrying it away. On top of the ashes and bones, a necklace could be seen by a glimpes of silver.
A woman walked toward the ashes, reaching down, picking the necklace up, holding it in her hand. A hood covered her face, so you were unable to see who it was. But her hands. Her hands were small and fragile, that was a female of that time. "I'll give it to her when she's old enough...." the woman muttered softly, walking away, and entering a small house.
The woman pulled her hood off, showing her brown hair, which was starting to give way to small gray hairs. She walks toward a small bed, and looks down to a little baby. She stroked her cheek and said, "You'll be a great witch."
Selene Andreyez · Fri Nov 03, 2006 @ 12:29am · 1 Comments |