CHAPTER 1
THE WITCH'S PAST
In the city of London, a young Irish witch walked along the cobbled street. The only light she was given was that of her magic, she didn't understand it. Her most trusted friend, Elizabeth, told her to meet her at the market place. Of course she was wary of the villagers that still lingered around town as well as the infamous pirate captain Arthur Kirkland but not so much as the villagers. This certain witch had a feeling for freedom who often wondered what it felt like not having to worry about the sentence for witchcraft. Not having to look over her shoulder before she did a spell.
"Brie! Over here!" The witch turned, her long blonde hair hitting her face as she did, and saw Elizabeth. Brie giggled and waved as Elizabeth slowly walked closer to her, that was when Brie had the sense if trouble. Pushing it aside she also walked, meeting Elizabeth half way. This time Brie's pet wolf, Shadow(Who oddly enough was lurking in the shadows, watching his master), growled also sensing the danger. Brie knew then that something was wrong; Elizabeth, the girl who could annoy brie with her hyperness, was looking down. Her aura was dark, baring a sin… betrayal. Against Brie.
"I'm… I'm so sorry." Elizabeth choked out as Brie felt her arms being grabbed. Knowing where this was going, Brie struggled screaming as she was spat on by the sudden crowd that appeared. Even more high pitched screams escaped her as she was tied to a cross, the ropes tightened until they drew blood. In the distance she could see her family, her darling brothers who had accepted her and her magic. However seeing Elizabeth with them made her feel disgusted, how dare she?! Acting all innocent when she was the reason Brie was being burned alive and forced to suffer the same fate as the witch's before her. As the village leader and priest lit the bonfire around her, Brie stared at her middle brother, Mitch, comforting Elizabeth. Suddenly Brie felt the flame meeting her legs.
"You betrayed me!" Brie screamed as the flames danced around her skin, burning the flesh of her legs. Getting an idea, the witch whispered these words 'Audi, oro, domine mi preces! Interrogavi foveas tuitionem inferni!' This translated into a spell to protect her from the flames. Soon she realised that not only would the villagers wonder why she wasn't dead but also that the spell was slow working. She screamed to the heavens as the fames reached her waist. Slowly her body went numb, she was thankful and started to think of a way to fake her death.
"Lorem domine, magis petere gratiam me in mortem: et cor meum rate tardus quasi somnus. Cum vero tantum valere, ut cordis mei." She whispered. Thankfully this spell was faster working and soon she was falling in and out of consciousness. There must be a lot of true hearts here, Brie thought. She heard cheers from the crowd as she was taken off the cross and dragged to the docks. However before Brie had the chance to fall into her death like sleep she saw a pair of emerald green eyes and felt two fingers searching for a pulse in her wrist.
"Dear god, she's alive" Was all she heard as she was lifted into a pair of arms, a long red coat being her only cover from the harsh winds that cooled her body.
(Translations: Audi, oro, domine mi preces! Interrogavi foveas tuitionem inferni! = Please lord, hear my pleas! Give me protection from the pits of hell!
Lorem domine, magis petere gratiam me in mortem: et cor meum rate tardus quasi somnus. Cum vero tantum valere, ut cordis mei' = Please lord, I ask for one more favour, slow my heart rate and place me in a death like sleep, Only to be awoken when a true heart finds me.')