Einstein's Theory Of Relativity states that time passes with the observer. During the16th century the thought of a life form other than what humans had known had been ponder that had sent even the strong minded into a whirlwind of childish judgment. During this century, I, Hortense Henderson had been working as an apprentice for a shop keeper. I had been brain washed into thinking that anyone different from I had been the work of a devil. I was taught that children born deformed had been damned by the lord and were the result of the sins of their parents. Like an idiot I had believed this rubbish. That'd been my undoing.
As a child I was a curious being and bore no fear, much to the dismay of my guardians. One day my mother had sent me to the streets to retrieve a loaf of bread from the bakery just yards from my home. As I skipped to my destination, a twinkle from a kiosk had caught my eye and I slowed my pace. I slowly approached the queer establishment. I stopped just a step from the cart and stared at the strange woman behind it. Her gray hair sticking to the leathery tan skin, and her eyes as steely alabaster. Her cloth was graced with patterns I'd never seen before. I looked at her as if she were a being I'd never seen, because she was. With a flick of her wrist the woman pulled me closer with an unfamiliar force. My feet hadn't moved and that frightened me. When my hip nicked the counter I hiccupped.
"Mon enfant, avez-vous peur?" (My child are you afraid?) The woman hissed.
I nodded, my innocent mind not processing her words. I had just returned to France from England after almost five years, my French was infant talk at this point, but if there were to be any word I'd recognize, it would be "peureux", fearful.
"Ne soyez pas. Je suis un ami."(Don't be. I am a friend.) She said far too saccharine.
I nodded again. I was so scared it felt as if my heart had wanted a way out and apparently it was my mouth. I vomited, all of my anxiety sloshing from my gut through my mouth.
I coughed and wiped my chin.
"Sorcière!" I screamed and tried to run away. The adults that had been surrounding us all turned to us. The officers that had been stationed near the market ran to my side and lifted the woman carrying her away.
"Je vais vous remettre, mon enfant." She whispered s she was dragged away.
That evening, The towns people had gathered around the gallows in hope of gossip and good show. The woman from earlier had been placed at her post with a rope around her neck while being read her offenses, none that I'd recalled. As she was cursed and sworn to be damned her eyes met mine. She whispered something that was beyond my vocabulary at the time, only now do I understand it, she had uttered "Je te maudis ma chère enfant, jusqu'à ce que vous pouvez aimer quelqu'un omettre vos peurs, vous allez véritablement renaîtreavec chaque partenaire, vous "l'amour"" (I curse you dear child, until you can love someone omit your fears, you will be reborn with each partner you "love")
AN:
Um… Hi, my first BTR ever, and my first fic in like two years D: Review please :)
