She heard the sound of the villagers gathering from the cold, damp woods. The sky was painted with pinks and reds from the setting sun. She heard the gasps from the people when the girls were hung. It was too much; she turned her head and ran as fast as she could deep into the twilight.

After running for what seemed like an eternity, she stopped to sit on a fallen branch. Her name was Lisabeth. She looked up at the sky and replayed the past year in her head. Her and her circle of friends began to visit Tituba, and she taught them forbidden things, "black magic" some folks called it. Then came the trials, and now the hangings. Although all of the other girls were revealed as witches, Lisabeth was never tried. Lisabeth was as guilty as all the other witches, but for some reason the girls never revealed her as being a witch to anyone.

"Now what?" Lisabeth thought. The people of Salem would have noticed that she wasn't at the hangings, so there was no way she could go back to her home. Then a thought rushed through her mind. Tituba had a sister or cousin that she often spoke of. Was there a way that Lisabeth could contact this relative, and continue her training of the special magic Tituba had been teaching her?