I really don't know what I want to do with this. I just really wanted to see another Season of the Witch fic, there are like none anywhere. Soooooo were gonna see how this goes, get some more ideas blah blah blah. I don't own nothing besides Aisling and everything to do with her. Enjoys.
Oh, and some things may not be horribly accurate buuuuuuuuuut I reserve the right for it to be so. Sorry its short.
Chapter 1- Tears Don't Fall
I hear them bring the men in, and I watch from the corner of my cell as my cousin crawls across the floor. She has changed much in the last years. She used to be sweet and quiet, now she's brave and brash, and has confessed to being a witch. I couldn't abandon her like the rest of the family, and when I refused to leave I was thrown in a cell for helping a woman accused of witch craft. Now I look up from my dark corner, barely able to see the men that had been brought in and I sigh softly.
I hear one of the men chuckle and say in a mocking tone "I serve the Church no more" the words echoed through the dungeon and more chuckling followed. His accent is one familiar to me, but not mine. "Did you see the priest's face? Looked like someone pissed in his holy water" then they both laugh. I can't help but laugh too, how a man can find the ability to laugh here is beyond me.
"There is someone else here." That same voice says quietly. "Felson, we're in a dungeon. Of course there are other people here besides us and a accused witch" Behmen mutters back, but his voice is strange. "Yes, but did you see anyone, hear anyone else?" I sigh and stand from my corner and walk to the bars to where they can see me. I can only imagine how horrid I look, long red hair in tangles, my skin filthy and in nothing more then my bed skirt and the wrappings around my chest. This was not my choice, but the choice of the guards. I wasn't accused of witchcraft so they believed I was fair game. I shake the memories from my head as the men move closer to their bars.
"Are you a witch as well?" the one, Behmen asks. He is handsome with dirty blonde hair and a fair amount of stubble on his chin. I shake my head no. I look sadly over to the wall behind which my cousin sits quietly. Another man, possibly more handsome then Behmen, steps forward. He has white hair and blue eyes I could have easily gotten lost in. "What's wrong? Witch take your tongue?" he is joking, his eyes crinkle when he smiles, but my eyes don't smile and neither does my mouth.
"Don't joke about such things. She may have confessed to witchcraft but she is my cousin all the same." My voice cracks slightly from little use and I cough at the end of my sentence. My accent is from the far North. The men look taken aback and share a glance.
"What is your name?" Behmen asks me and I look between the two. I sigh and push a red strand of hair behind my ear "Aisling." I muttered. Behmen nodded and went to sit, but Felson lingered, watching me for a moment more, then followed his partner.
I was awoken not much later to rough hands pulling me from my cell with a hand over my mouth so I couldn't make noise. Anna is crying. They had already taken her. I'm dragged to a deeper part of the dungeon and the two knights have their way. They had said I would grow to like it, I haven't. When they are finished they make me dress, my bindings ripped to shreds and my skirt ripped up the side. My bindings are un-fixable. They bring me back and toss me in my cell. Anna still cries, but I do not. I'm over crying.