Authors Note: I've had this idea for this story for a long time and have finally decided to publish it. I hope you all like it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my OC's.
Salem Massachusetts
August 1962
It was a dark and stormy night. The wind blew hard against the trees, leaves falling to the ground. There was no one to be found on the streets that night, except for one man. He walked slowly from Gallows Hill, his head hung low after saying goodbye to a good friend. He continued to walk along the empty streets until he reached his home. He entered his house, put his shoes by the door and his jacket on the coat hook, his black hat on top of his jacket, resting off of the hook. He walked into the kitchen where his wife was stirring a pot of tea. His four beautiful baby girls slept soundlessly in their crib.
He sat down at the kitchen table as his wife poured two cups of tea. She turned from the stove and placed one cup in front of him, the other in front of herself as she took a seat next to him and reached a hand out and placed it over his outstretched hands on the table. The man lifter his head and watched solemnly as his wife sipped at her tea.
"Who was it Paul?"
"John Proctor. I'm worried Mary. This witch-hunt has taken everyone we were close to. Elizabeth is trapped in that jail…" Paul's voice trailed off, unable to speak of the horrors that have befallen their small town, the horrors the fled once already.
"What do you suppose we do Paul? We have four little girls to worry about. Four little girls with great power…if…if they found out…" Mary covered her mouth with her hand and shook her head, unable to fathom the thought of what would happen to her daughters.
"Shhh…" Paul tried to sooth his hysteric wife, "I think the Danvers' had it right dear. Moving to a place far away from here. They've extended their protection to us."
"You don't mean…?" asked Mary looking up at her husband.
"It's time to leave Salem. We are not safe here. They are not safe here."
Mary looked over at their sleeping beauties. Her husband was right. If the Proctor's weren't safe then no family of magic was. Mary never thought she would ever again have to leave the place that she had called home. First England, now Salem, the place she hoped her children would call home. She blamed herself; she was born into a family of elemental magic and she herself carried on to have four.
"When?" asked Mary
"Tomorrow night. The others have agreed to take the other three girls. Mary it's for the best. Keeping the girls separated will help them survive until this hunt is over. You know they are strongest together," said Paul trying to assure his wife that this was for the best.
"And what about them, the ones who want their powers?" Mary asked worriedly glancing over as one of her daughters stirred but remained asleep.
"We will worry about that if the time comes. For now," Paul paused to take Mary by the hand, "We worry about surviving the hunt. Then we will worry about life's survival."