October 10, 1634
Finally it seems that the witch trails in our area are dying down somewhat. Many of our women have perished. The other sisters and I understand that we must hunt these people for their crimes against the church, but we still feel sad. We knew and cared for these women, is it okay to forget that and do this to them? Father Juliano overheard us talking, it worries us. If word gets out that we sympathize then we may be hunted as well.
October 11, 1634
The abbey burned down this morning. Father spoke with the authorities about how it could have happened, our witch sympathizing was brought up and we were ran out of town. Things could be worse, at least we all survived.
October 15, 1534
Our situation was bad. The few of us traveling the countryside in search of a new home. Now it is horrible. One of the priests-in-training caught up with us today. Young Amon came to warn us that father Juiliano sent the inquisition after us, to be hunted as witches. That thought is preposterous. The father knows that we are not, and yet he claims us as thus! Now where will we go? We would be recognized walking into a village, how many travel like this? Few. I feel so helpless, what can we do to save ourselves? And poor Amon, now he will also be hunted for coming to aid us. I thank him but I wish he hadn't come.
October 20, 1634
Last night the inquisition found us. They captured the rest and as they went for me something strange happened. I remember a swirling cool wind blow past me, looking to the heavens I saw storm clouds brew in just moments and as if a message from God Himself lightning struck a nearby tree setting in aflame and to the ground between us. Thank God that I am safe, but what do I do now that I am alone while my friends perish?
October 26, 1634
I don't know how I've survived this long. I've begun to notice, though, that whenever misfortune comes my way, something strange happens to prevent me of harm. It makes me wonder if it's not a coincidence and that maybe I am a witch. But witches are workers of the devil and I am a worker of God…either this phenomenon is blessings from the Lord or my own powers awakening. I feel confused and frightened that the later even comes to mind.
October 28, 1634
This time I could not escape. I have been captured and am now being brought to trail. If I really am a witch, I wish my powers would work now. I wonder if they'll find me as one and if they do, does that mean I will not go to heaven? I feel sad and weak, what if I can't prove myself innocent? What if I'm not? All I want to do is go back to how life was only a few weeks before. How could things have gone so wrong?
October 29, 1634
The trail is tomorrow. I- There really isn't much more to report.
October 30, 1634
A witch they have claimed me to be. An agent of the devil in disguise. I wish I could have swayed them of this decision but I am to weary to care anymore. Do what I will, I still die tomorrow. Even if they are right and I am a witch, my craft would be of no help. Apparently witchcraft can not be preformed in a holy place- such as this church I am locked away in. If so, Then how did I supposedly burn down the abbey? They wouldn't answer when I asked. I guess I'm just that powerful, yet not enough to do it again? I laugh now in the joke. Their logic is not sound. But again, my reason does not matter, and I die tomorrow. I dislike this waiting. If it has to come, I'd rather die today.