I came up with this while playing 'witch hunt' I don't own the song.
Once long, long, ago there lived a young witch in the lands. The young witch dreamt of the outside worl. One day her mother told her 'starting at the age of 14 every two years I will take you to the village.' . Of course the magical being was estatic. She had two mare weeks till her birth date.
When the day finally came instead of seeing her mother off she came with to the village. Once they arrived the girl was told by her motherto sit on the bench next to the fruit cart. Her mother had said she would be back in 5 minuets. Suddenly a strong wind blew off her bonnet. 'oh no!' she thought and ran after it. Just seconds before she cought it a pair of slightly bigger handsbeat her to it. She turned her overly trusting and innocent eyes up to look at the stranger. 'your bonnet miss.' the boy handed her, her bonnet and she turned and ran away. It scared her that she had so quickly stored away her powers and trusted him.
After the meeting that day she was more happy and more hopeful for th next trip. And every year the hope got bigger and the happyness smaller until the year of her eighteenth birthday. Just the same as every other even number day of birth she followed her mother to the village and was seated on the bench. And as normal her mother promised 5 minuets. She waited for her mother as 5 minuets turned to ten and ten to twenty. She soon heard chanting in the distance. She began to follow the noise but when she discovered the source she died a little. Her mother was tied to a cross being burt alive. Her eyes were covered by a pair of larger hands. 'a young women should not be allowed to see this...' muttered the voice that belonged to the hands. She knew the voice but remained silent. The hands were removed and she saw the same face she had seen when she was fourteen.
After this day they became fast friends and maybe even something more. Until the day they were seen. They were seen by the preacher. But this preacher was twentytwo the same age as the witch.
And she was extreamly jealous of the prince and his new lover. Soon after the preacher learnt the witches secret, she was a witch! She sent news of her newly leart information to all her supieriers and with every letter sealed, sealed the witches fate even tighter. The preacher paused with the last envolope. She wanted to deliver this one in person. The preacher handed the prince his letter and smiled at his shoked and hurt face.
The witch was ambusherd on the way to her mothers grave. She was tied to the same cross as her mother. She had a last glimer of hope when she saw her lover wlaking towards the cross. That hope was crushed as her sliced off her hair with a hard look in his eyes. Her eyes burnt more as the accusing voices bored into her. 'look at all these fools I see you've fed them dirty lies!' she hissed at the preacher.
She then mmuttered a curse- but not fast enough. The last thing she said before the flames engulfed her was: 'I really loved you.'
the end?