"Run!" Patience's friend cried out from the pole that she had been tied to. It had happened again. Another witch had been caught and was about to be burned because of it. What did these people have against them? If these people only knew the good that witches did everyday of their lives then maybe witches would have a chance to live, but they were being more paranoid then rational. "Run!"
The townspeople that had gathered to see the execution looked around to see who the witch was talking about. Luckily Patience had hid herself in the woods, and the ignorant citizens didn't even bother to search a little into the woods.
Patience gazed at her friends through the leaves of the fall trees. She couldn't bare to see another one of her friends, another sister witch, die because of the duty that they saw in life. They risk their lives everyday to fight off demons and warlocks and end up dying in the hands of the vary people that they fight to save.
Suddenly Patience realized that something seemed different, something was missing. It was her friend standing in the distance before her, but something wasn't the same. The feeling reminded her of when her sister had her hair cut off. It was the same person, but the image had changed. Then it came to her. Her friend wasn't wearing her necklace.
It was a special necklace that she wore. It was in the shape of the outside of a crescent moon. It was made of a single piece of good metal. For so long witches had worn crescent moons, but too many had caught on. For some reason, no one saw the similarity between the old and new symbols and Patience hoped it stayed that way.
Patience had three of them made, and she was the only witch left to wear it. Her best friend died wearing hers, and Patience removed it from the ashes after the crowd had dispersed. Though it hurt to see her best friend gone, it helped to know that she carried something that her friend held so dear to her heart.
But this time was different. Why wasn't she wearing her necklace? Then Patience realized that if another witch were caught with the same necklace there secret symbol would be out in the open.
Patience took a few steps backward as they lit the pile of brush underneath her feet. She remembered the last burning and the screams were too much for her, and she couldn't stand to hear them again. She ran as fast as she could, hoping that no one would hear her loud footsteps in the fallen leaves. Luckily no one did.
As she reached the other side of the forest she collapsed in tears. Her hands reached toward the ground as though she were reaching for something. Her hands hit the ground and suddenly she was overwhelmed. It was a feeling that she had never had before, but she was also dizzy and nauseous. Now that was a feeling that was familiar. When she was pregnant with her only child, a daughter, she was sick all the time, but this was different.
Patience felt like she was looking through someone else's eyes. She was tackled to the ground, and then she felt as if she was being strangled, though not by human hands. Then she realized what was causing her lack of breath. Someone was pulling on the necklace that was around her neck. Patience watched as the necklace fell to the ground with what seemed to be her dying breath.
Then she collapsed to the ground. She awaited the townspeople to tie her hands behind her, but nothing happened. She slowly reached up to her neck and was surprised that her necklace was still there. "What is going on?" Patience muttered as she leaned her weary body against a nearby tree.
As she lifted up her left hand she noticed something shinny. She moved aside some of the leaves that had fallen from the trees and discovered the missing necklace. "Elizabeth's necklace," Patience said as a tear rolled down her cheek. That was when she realized that she had just had a vision of Elizabeth being taken by the townspeople. "But I have never had a vision before, that was Beth's gift. I wonder if the necklace kept her powers, but she would have had to be wearing this when she died. "Ohmygod! She was strangled by--" The thought hurt Patience. To think that the necklace was used to kill her new best friend, but it was better than thinking of the pain of being burned alive. "At least she didn't feel it."
Patience grabbed Elizabeth's necklace and headed toward her old farmhouse. She had some investigating to do, and there was no time like the present to start.
The townspeople that had gathered to see the execution looked around to see who the witch was talking about. Luckily Patience had hid herself in the woods, and the ignorant citizens didn't even bother to search a little into the woods.
Patience gazed at her friends through the leaves of the fall trees. She couldn't bare to see another one of her friends, another sister witch, die because of the duty that they saw in life. They risk their lives everyday to fight off demons and warlocks and end up dying in the hands of the vary people that they fight to save.
Suddenly Patience realized that something seemed different, something was missing. It was her friend standing in the distance before her, but something wasn't the same. The feeling reminded her of when her sister had her hair cut off. It was the same person, but the image had changed. Then it came to her. Her friend wasn't wearing her necklace.
It was a special necklace that she wore. It was in the shape of the outside of a crescent moon. It was made of a single piece of good metal. For so long witches had worn crescent moons, but too many had caught on. For some reason, no one saw the similarity between the old and new symbols and Patience hoped it stayed that way.
Patience had three of them made, and she was the only witch left to wear it. Her best friend died wearing hers, and Patience removed it from the ashes after the crowd had dispersed. Though it hurt to see her best friend gone, it helped to know that she carried something that her friend held so dear to her heart.
But this time was different. Why wasn't she wearing her necklace? Then Patience realized that if another witch were caught with the same necklace there secret symbol would be out in the open.
Patience took a few steps backward as they lit the pile of brush underneath her feet. She remembered the last burning and the screams were too much for her, and she couldn't stand to hear them again. She ran as fast as she could, hoping that no one would hear her loud footsteps in the fallen leaves. Luckily no one did.
As she reached the other side of the forest she collapsed in tears. Her hands reached toward the ground as though she were reaching for something. Her hands hit the ground and suddenly she was overwhelmed. It was a feeling that she had never had before, but she was also dizzy and nauseous. Now that was a feeling that was familiar. When she was pregnant with her only child, a daughter, she was sick all the time, but this was different.
Patience felt like she was looking through someone else's eyes. She was tackled to the ground, and then she felt as if she was being strangled, though not by human hands. Then she realized what was causing her lack of breath. Someone was pulling on the necklace that was around her neck. Patience watched as the necklace fell to the ground with what seemed to be her dying breath.
Then she collapsed to the ground. She awaited the townspeople to tie her hands behind her, but nothing happened. She slowly reached up to her neck and was surprised that her necklace was still there. "What is going on?" Patience muttered as she leaned her weary body against a nearby tree.
As she lifted up her left hand she noticed something shinny. She moved aside some of the leaves that had fallen from the trees and discovered the missing necklace. "Elizabeth's necklace," Patience said as a tear rolled down her cheek. That was when she realized that she had just had a vision of Elizabeth being taken by the townspeople. "But I have never had a vision before, that was Beth's gift. I wonder if the necklace kept her powers, but she would have had to be wearing this when she died. "Ohmygod! She was strangled by--" The thought hurt Patience. To think that the necklace was used to kill her new best friend, but it was better than thinking of the pain of being burned alive. "At least she didn't feel it."
Patience grabbed Elizabeth's necklace and headed toward her old farmhouse. She had some investigating to do, and there was no time like the present to start.