Hey! This is my newest fic, based in the time of the witch burnings and now. This is just a prologue, just the beginning. i think i will be focusing on this fic and Street Fight, so...if you want an update for one of my other fics, you may have to wait longer for those updates, because i will probably updating these two fics the most. So...please R&R, and tell me what ya think! And if anyone has a specific time period of the witch burnings, those would REALLY help, because right now i only have a rough timeframe. From the 1600s to the 1800s. I have NO clue. bye!

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The sickly pale man in the black fancy vest and pants, complete with the ruffled shirt and tie, looked at the pink haired leader and raised a thin eyebrow at the sight.

The five all-powerful witches had been caught and tied to the wooden stakes with their hands behind their back.

"You scum! Let us go and we shall ease our wrath that will be unleashed upon you!" a blond witch screeched. Her garb of aqua blue made her blazing blue eyes stand out in the darkness.

She squirmed against her stake, and the chains that were wrapped around her ankles, wrists, and waist tightened.

"Quiet, Ino" the leader of the witches ordered.

"So you admit that you have committed theses sins?" the man asked

"No! We are innocent!" a brunette with her hair done in two buns cried.

"Tenten, quiet. All of you, don't say a word. If we leave this world, we shall leave with dignity, not pleading to theses dirty mongrels" the pinkette said, with a defiant glare to the man in front of her.

The man smirked, and walked up and touched the pink haired witch's cheek.

She glared at him, and tried to jerk away. He leaned forward and captured her lips roughly, forcing her to stay still.

His lips were hard but smooth, almost rubbery, kinda like a snake's skin. She didn't respond, merely stood there and waited for him to finish. No, she wouldn't stand for this, but she didn't have the strength to fight.

After a long, drawn out moment of not letting the pinkette breath, he drew away and stared at her with his strange yellow eyes, licking his lips.

In a fake sweet, tender tone, he then said "Sakura, my dear, my betrothed, I don't want to kill you. Truly, I don't. Please surrender so that we may finish this quickly, not in a painful manor" He trailed his soft, pale finger up and down her cheek, then nibbled on her earlobe.

Sakura jerked her head away, only because he had let her, or she would have never managed, and simply spat "Orochimaru"

"Yes, my beloved?" he asked in the same fake tone, as he leaned closer, only a breath away from her now.

She closed her eyes, and said in a whisper that was somehow projected so that everyone attending the burning could hear "We will not atone for these false accusations"

"Of course not, dear. You will atone for that, and for who and what you are" he replied

He beckoned to the men who held the flaming torches, and they obediently lit the wooden posts.

The four other witches widened their eyes, and started to squirm, scream, and plead for their lives.

But the leader's deep emerald eyes kept burning in to his snake-like yellow ones, her eyes ever defiant.

The wails of other witches were heard, but her emerald orbs kept glaring into his, to be forever burned into his memory.

She began chanting in Latin, unaffected by her burning clothes and skin.

He smirked, knowing that her magic could not cheat Death, for witches were a rare thing, and his lord, Death, would be pleased with him for not giving him one, not two, but five witches.

Orange burning Latin words wrote themselves in front of Sakura, and Orochimaru's smirk was wiped off his face as his eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed in suspicion.

Nothing could break through his carefully placed spells and barriers, nothing, so what was this witch doing?

The burning flames engulfed the witches, the fire traveling up the wood.

Orochimaru dragged his eyes from the morbidly fascinating sight, and observed his surroundings, trying to ignore the gut-wrenching, horrifying screams

The road's polished cobblestones reflected the dancing flames, and the darkness of the night coated the air like a dark blanket.

The civilians had a mixed look of horror and glee on their faces, and Orochimaru smirked at their raw fascination with the supernatural. If only they knew the horrors the witches could cause. If only they knew the horrors he could cause.

He looked back at the witches, four of them still screaming, while Sakura was still chanting, and then her completion mark signifying the end of her spell which was written in orange, flaming, floating Latin words

She smirked at him, then yelled "Inflammo-are!(inflame?)"

The four witches started glowing their respective colors of orange, green, brown, and blue. His gaze flickered over to the pinkette, and his eyes widened as he unconsciously took a step back.

She was glowing a deep black, with purple edging the dark aura. But her aura was HUGE, unlike any others. It was engulfing, demanding, malicious, even.

The witches' colors brightened, then the women disappeared, carried into the night sky by their glowing auras.

The auras mixed together in a brilliant array, mixing together to form a sphere that covered the shining stars.

The sphere was clear yet foggy, then solidified when the five auras entered it, then flickered around inside of it.

Orochimaru's eyes were wide as he contemplated this new form of magic. He had never seen this, yet he had read everything from Sakura' spell and enchantment book that he had stolen, then burned.

He was snapped from his reverie when the pinkette's aura engulfed the sphere, then the whole ball got smaller and smaller until it was nonexistent.

The hundred-odd people stared at the sky, uneasily murmuring. They were surprised and anxious, not a good mix.

But Orochimaru just glared at the starry night sky with narrowed, glowing, angry yellow eyes, contemplating his next move and regarding his options.

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