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There once was a young maiden named Elizibeth. She was hated by more or less every one in her village. She was much to free for a woman. So as many did back then they assumed she was a witch. She was a wonderful warrior, and little did they know but she was a general in their little army to the north.
She walked along a dirt path, following a dream she had, had. She sat on an old knobbed stump and looked up at the sky. She smiled and started to sing. She felt a sudden pain pulsing in her breast. She winced and rubbed it. Then groaned. Only a year before had she received a blow to her chest during battle. She sighed and then smiled, she looked back up and then to the forrest ahead of her. It was a dark and gloomy forrest. She didn't have a good feeling about it, but she stood anyway, and walked forward. She found her self coming to a small village. She looked around. She had never been here before, she was quite sure. She stepped along the path, people looked at her as if they had never seen an outsider before.
She turned back and walked back to her village. As she walked to her small cottage, she was stared at, glared at.
"WITCH!" people would yell, throwing rocks and twigs at her. She ran to her cottage and into the arms of her cat. She had a black cat, very small and very helpful. Often she would talk to him. He had once been a boy, but he could no longer take life, for the village hated him and his... tastes in other men, where they shouldn't of been. One day he had been taken to the jail house, beaten, raped, threatened, starved for a week. It was there was to cure the 'disease' of have feelings for other men instead of woman. When that week was out, Elizibeth came to town, she was barely 12 at the time, but an amazing fighter, many thought she was a boy. She heard the boys screaming from the jail house, and walked towards it.
A guard grabbed her arm.
"You don't want to go in there youngin." He said, "They cureing a boy in there."
"He's screaming, how is that a cure?" She asked, her voice sharp and angry. She had seen many people 'cured' this way. Her mother, her older sister, her best friend. All of them loved one from the same gender and slept in the same bed.
"It just is, when this is over he'll never again even think of kissing another man." The guard said. "Now where your parents?"
"Their dead. I'm looking for my uncle, Jamous?" She said.
"Ah yes, he's a good strong man, good for raising a young boy like you." She nodded. He nodded back and led her too a small cottage.
A man stood at a fire place, he was knitting a net or something. She noticed that he was half blind. He looked up.
"Elizibeth! Deary, come in!" He exclaimed, and waved her in.
Elizibeth was a witch, she chose to make things better for the villiages. they prayed for rain, and she gave it, they had a dry season, in which it didn't rain for three monthes
And one day as she was out in the woods, praying to her god's, they found her and drug her to the stake. She was screaming and begging. The man that she had fallen in love with, and he her, had turned her in, gave her up. She saw him standing next to the old charred stake She looked at him, her screaming fallen silent, her bottom lip trembled, tears fell out of her eyes.
"No." She whispered. "No... dear gods please say it isn't true!" She screamed. They yanked her to the stake and bound her tightly to the large charred pole. They stripped her down to her her under garments and gagged her. She looked at her lover and glared with hatred. he was smiling. Grinning even, happy that she would die.
"You put me in a spell!" He screamed at her, then ran up the ramp to the stake and slapped her. her head snapped to the left, loosening the gag in her mouth. He stepped off the ramp and they started throwing straw and sticks onto her.
She was able to spit out the gag as the flames licked at her feet.
"Look at me now!" She cried. "Look at what all of you have said
 demon strait outta_hell · Fri May 15, 2009 @ 02:21pm · 0 Comments |
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