July 18, 1692
The chains rattled against her wrists, too loose for comfort, but too tight for escape.
The dank prison was filled with weeping souls, mostly women, but some men.
The woman's damp blonde hair stuck to her cheeks and neck, humidity making the freezing prison almost seem hot. Sticky. Medusa's heart felt heavy, and the sweat dripping down her added to the the troube breathing.
Her very own sister, to be put to death.
It should have been her.
Something about the thought brought a smile to her face.
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At that very moment, a young, young man stood before the court, convicted of witchcraft. "Our f-father, who art in heaven.."
He studdered. During the trials, witches were presumed unable to say the entirety of the Lords Prayer. His purple eyes concentrated on the floor of the courthouse, his hands tied behind his back, he was bloody and bruised. He knew he might be convicted and put to death. Thats what made this so important.
"Hallowed by thy name. Thy kingdome cuh-come, thy will be d-done...on earth as it is in heaven.."
He coughed slightly, as the room teetered on the edge of their seats to see if he would be hanged. "Give us this our daily br-bread...and..f..forgive us our trespasses..as we fuh-forgive those who trespass against us..."
Good job, Noah told himself. You..you're so close..please.. you can do this..
"And luh-lead us not i-into temptati..tion..."
Blood welled up in his mouth, his nerves burning. on fire. Noah, please. You can do this.
He coughed again, blood smearing down his mouth this time.
"-but deliver us fruh...from..e-v.."
His pupils glazed as a wave of nausia hit him with enough sheer impact that sent him reeling backwards, only to land on the floor. Vomit. And pass out.
When he'd wake next, he would be a convicted witch.
His death warrant signed, he was dragged off to prison until his time on Gallows Hill.
The room howled with excitement, all screaming- WITCH WITCH WITCH. It reverberated in his skull as he faded further out of conciousness.