1542 and the witchcraft act had just been introduced. The graveyards were overflowing with an influx of the many innocent lives that had been taken- and for no reason at all. The brutality of the stupid idea was unexplainable in its cruelty. The graves were unmarked, a sure sign that they had been convicted. No name, no nothing. Not a thing in the world to be known or remembered as. No one ever realised that the method they were using to test the absence of witchcraft was implausible. Cruelly burning and or drowning so-called witches with little or no proof as to convict the accused is blatant disregard to the human rights- to our nature. The hysteric shrieking of the poor, innocent accused rang out, loud and clear reverberating around the graveyards of the select few witches still left in the original bloodline, many scattered quaking at the thought that every second could be their last because contrary to popular belief, they aren't as immortal as they would like to believe. The most prominent was Camilla Jade. No one had ever caught her in the act so she felt she had no need to be worried about being discovered. She was not concerned for her safety or wellbeing. You see, she had a certain mannerism that made her believe in her own abilities. She wasn't thinking about the possible outcomes and their consequences. Instead, she was being arrogant enough to be thinking that she had never been caught before, so, therefore, why would she now. That was until in her small town the population began to diminish. The town was crumbling under the heavy strain of the abomination. Camilla was still retaining the façade that she would emerge unscathed. But underneath the bravado, her confidence (or rather arrogance, for want of a better word) was wavering. When her friend (who wasn't a witch but knew of Camila's witchcraft) was convicted as caught in the act by Camilla's nemesis and fellow witch. Despite what you may think about her personality and character she was quite a bright and compassionate witch, and though she had thought that she would be fine, she was merely putting on a brave face and being the role model to rapidly diminishing population of both full humans and witches. After the sorrowful death of her best friend she immediately understood that this was no longer for the benefit of the public citizens but the means to silently and legally eradicate unwanted members of the community, slaughter enemies both mutual and private and recapture an iron grip on the unruly cities (or more to the point, what was left of the dwindling population in many areas around the world) and subdue everyone by the power of fear. Its seems like the people that should have been abolished is the humans for devising such an inhuman plan and then having the guts to execute it. This just got idiomatic. She thought, a murderous smile creeping across her face and settling, seeming quite comfortable there.