-1Chapter 3 - Ye Old Time

Piper fell with a thud into a forest. She blew the lose strands of hair out of her face.

"Please don't say I've time travelled again!" muttered piper with an angered tone in her voice, "I hate time travel!"

Piper heard loud shouts coming from the outskirts of the forest. She heard the silent snapping of twigs as whoever was out there came closer. Someone had spotted Piper and started shouting,

"Here she is, get her!"

Before she could do anything, Piper was covered by a veil of darkness and that's the last thing she remembers.

As Piper awoke, she rubbed her eyes. There was a wall of bars in front of her and there was the distant sound of moaning. The air was thick with smoke and her hands were tied to the wall by rusty iron shackles!

Upstairs in the grand ballroom stood a women, who looked exactly like Piper, and a man with long black hair and a gloomy disposition.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" murmured the women,

"Yes, very sure," answered the man, "they have already taken her prisoner!"

"what did you say your name was again kind and powerful sir?" questioned the women.

"Barok, but that's not important," snapped the man, who was the warlock the sisters were after, " we must prepare for tonight."

Barok waved his clock and the walked off towards the door this boots heavily stomping across the old wooden floors. The women scurried off after him.

Piper sat of the cold, damp stone floor about to eat the stale bread the prisoners were given for food. She took a tiny bite, which is all the hardness of the bread aloud her to take, as soon as the swallowed the bread she fell softly to the ground.

Piper woke to the stomach-churning smell of charred cloth and rotting animals. She tried to move but her whole body seemed paralyzed. As Piper's eyes come used to the think smog the hung around her head, she realised she had been unwillingly tied to a tall, rough, wooden pole!

In the distance Piper could make out a light, orange and burning intensely like the sun!

People were gathering and Piper was still none of the wiser of what was going on,

"Burn her! Burn the witch!"

People were shouting and the light was coming closer.

The smoke was getting thicker, making it hared for Piper to breathe. The shouting was getting louder! The crowds were getting bigger. Barok, the man from the grand ballroom of the castle, stood up on a tall podium over looking the crowd of what could have been hundreds, most likely thousands of people that had gathered. He cleared his thought…

"People," he shouted, "this witch has caused this village so much pain, so much fear. Now is the time to end it," the crowds eyes were glazed over listening to him as if what he was say had them in a trance, he held a torch, burning brightly, up high, "Let this flame burn this witch and all the trouble she has bought us away."

The women who looked like Piper had a menacing smirk across her face, and then it hit Piper, what was going on. The man was the demon and the women was a dark witch in trouble…to stop the charmed one all they had to do was make people believe Piper was the evil witch and 'hay-presto', Pipers tied to a pole about to be burnt.

Barok lent forward with the torch, about to light the hay that was tangled around Piper's feet but just before the torch made contact with the hay Piper vanished.