Under A Spell
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Prologue - The Past
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She was running, running for her life. They were after her. She did not know why because she did nothing wrong. She looked behind her. They were gaining up on her. She ran faster through the woods. She had to escape. She didn't want to die. She looked back again and didn't see the fallen branch in her way. She tripped over it and fell to the ground. She could hear the people coming closer then it all faded to black.
When she woke up again she was tied to a stake. The villagers surrounded her. Each one had a flaming torch in their hand.
"She awakes!" one yelled. "Now let us burn her!" Horror entered her eyes. She feared fire more than anything. The villagers started walking toward her with the torches waving near her tattered clothes. "Wait!" yelled one villager. Everybody stopped and look towards that person. The crowd parted for a handsome looking man to stand in front of the accused girl. He looked up at her and smirked.
The girl gasped. "I will set you free girl if only you agree to marry me." he whispered. The girl's eyes narrowed. She knew of him. He was not the nicest man in the village. She shook her head. "No." she said. His eyes narrowed as well. "You will be sorry girl." he smirked again. "No matter. I know you are a true witch and I will make sure you see my face again. That you can be sure. If I can not have you one of my descendants will." he stepped back from her and turned to the people. "We shall not burn her." The villagers gasped. He smiled back at the girl. "We shall drown her. Like the witch she is!!" The villagers cheered.
They took her from the stake and brought her to the lake. They tied her up tight and threw her in. She closed her eyes. At least she wouldn't be burned, she thought. As she slipped into oblivion she could hear the man's voice. "Yes sweet girl. You will be sorry. I am jealous of the descendant who gets to have you. Oh yes, you will see this face again my dear sweet Serena..." and with that Serena drifted further underwater, never to be found.
****************************************************************** Well that is it for the prologue. Tell me what you think.
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Prologue - The Past
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She was running, running for her life. They were after her. She did not know why because she did nothing wrong. She looked behind her. They were gaining up on her. She ran faster through the woods. She had to escape. She didn't want to die. She looked back again and didn't see the fallen branch in her way. She tripped over it and fell to the ground. She could hear the people coming closer then it all faded to black.
When she woke up again she was tied to a stake. The villagers surrounded her. Each one had a flaming torch in their hand.
"She awakes!" one yelled. "Now let us burn her!" Horror entered her eyes. She feared fire more than anything. The villagers started walking toward her with the torches waving near her tattered clothes. "Wait!" yelled one villager. Everybody stopped and look towards that person. The crowd parted for a handsome looking man to stand in front of the accused girl. He looked up at her and smirked.
The girl gasped. "I will set you free girl if only you agree to marry me." he whispered. The girl's eyes narrowed. She knew of him. He was not the nicest man in the village. She shook her head. "No." she said. His eyes narrowed as well. "You will be sorry girl." he smirked again. "No matter. I know you are a true witch and I will make sure you see my face again. That you can be sure. If I can not have you one of my descendants will." he stepped back from her and turned to the people. "We shall not burn her." The villagers gasped. He smiled back at the girl. "We shall drown her. Like the witch she is!!" The villagers cheered.
They took her from the stake and brought her to the lake. They tied her up tight and threw her in. She closed her eyes. At least she wouldn't be burned, she thought. As she slipped into oblivion she could hear the man's voice. "Yes sweet girl. You will be sorry. I am jealous of the descendant who gets to have you. Oh yes, you will see this face again my dear sweet Serena..." and with that Serena drifted further underwater, never to be found.
****************************************************************** Well that is it for the prologue. Tell me what you think.
