A/N: Just a quick note saying, yes, this is a real executed witch. There was no real Death Note, but the whole blood thing is real. I am so not bashing this historical figure. I totally love her story. This one shot could be seen as a sign of respect for her. I hope you all enjoy it as well.

The madam rushed to her cabin, the shouts of the other villagers behind her. They all had reason to fear her, but instead chose to hate her. Why not her, after all? It was her words against the word of three teenage girls. They weren't reliable, she knew. They were playing with the Ouija board when it happened. They can't reveal that as it is considered heresy and a form of witchcraft in itself.

Witches. If only it were that simple.

A dark form was just barely visible by the window as she shuffled through the papers upon her desk. The figure stepped closer as the woman took out a black notebook from beneath a heap of papers. The creature asked her, "What does thou say? Thine actions have sealed thy fate."

"Nay! The flock of obedient sheep doth in thine's master's command. the girls conspire against me again...no, my death is my only concern. The girls have made my journey difficult, but call me a witch and they will never learn my true treachery. I die not of conviction but of the hand of few girls. Should I perish, let it be remembered, etched in stone, for centuries to come. Thy death shall not be conquered, yet it shall be mastered."

It stepped forward, body like bone and red glowing eyes which revealed a person's life span to itself. Wings grew from its back and a desert-like skull was the only form of face to be seen. She called out to it, "Ghanark … retched people plague this land. Shouldst I be condemned for dispatching this plague then so be it. At the cost thine soul and now mortal being I standith firm. Yet thy shall not die quietly as the plague continues in full stride."

Ghanark grinned as the woman wrote one last name in the forsaken tool of the Gods … the Death Note.

"Witch, they claim me to be. No witch could perform such a feat."

"My lady, thine plan hast accomplished great splendor. I beg thee … what of the villagers who had died off as quick as a raging storm?"

The woman looked up, job completed. "Mold upon their daily bread or a witch among them who still lives. It be of their choosing."

As the last sentence was finished, three men rushed into her room. She hid the Death Note as quickly as she could without arousing their suspicion. Two carried her out by the arms and the last led the way with torch in hand, all of them unaware of the Shinigami's presence.

The woman stepped upon the scaffold as the rope was tied around her neck. There were no tears. There was no anger. The crowd did not rage on, but instead murmurs and fearful glances fell upon her. The executioner, Nicholas Noyes, scolded her one last time. "Speaketh now, Sarah Good. Confide in God of what ye are and pray he does not forsake you."

With the turn of her head, the girl saw her guardian Death God fly about, forgetting her already. The Death Note remained in the village. Someone else would find it. There would be another owner for Ghanark to greet. Everything was going according to plan.

Sarah spoke to her executioner. "I be no more a witch than you are a wizard. Should I be hang, God will give you blood to drink."

A rope was wrapped around her neck.

The executioner gave a final prayer.

The woman was pushed from her pedestal.

Salem was free of another witch.

Soon, Noyes died unexpectedly with a mouth and throat of blood.