Note: In this part I borrowed a line from the movie Pitch Black.
Thanks to Lefty ~ Lefty, During 1692 Betty was Reverend Parris' daughter, Abigail was his niece. Betty was the first girl to start having fits. These are facts, and yes these characters are in that play, but the don't belong to that play. They were real people...as the facts said when I did my research.
Part Two: Witch Confessions, Hangings, and the Future
March 1:
"Annabelle, did you hear?" yelled Agharna, the young women that Annabelle had become friends with on February 26 after that dreadful dinner with the Parris's and that awful smell of the witch cake.
Annabelle had told Agharna about the witch cake. She thought it was gross.
"Hear what?" Annabelle asked as she finished hanging up the laundry on the string that stretched from one tree to the other.
"Tituba confessed," she said.
"Confessed what?" Annabelle asked.
"Witchcraft! HAVEN'T YOU BEEN LISTENING TO THE RUMORS?" she screamed in frustration.
"Rumors are usually lies. That's absurd!! Tituba couldn't harm a fly," Annabelle stated.
"Well, she's going to the Boston Prison," said Agharna.
"Oh, poor Tituba," Annabelle said as she got up to walk to the door.
Months later...
Months have passed by ever since Tituba, Sarah Osborn and Sarah Good were taken to the Boston Prison. Sarah Osborne had died in prison. After that had happened more people were arrested and being accused of witchcraft. Hearings were all the time. Everything had just passed in a daze. Mercy Lewis had accused Elizabeth; Annabelle had called her Lizzy, Procter of witchcraft. Everyone was being accused it seemed like. It was dreadful to see all these people going to prison.
It was now June Eighth and over 10 people, men and women have been accused of witchcraft.
"Gallows Hill! We have to go to Gallows Hill," yelled Agharna.
"Why must we go to Gallows Hill?" Annabelle asked.
"You'll see," she said.
Half an hour later...
"Who is that?" Annabelle asked.
"Bridget Bishop, she's going to be killed," said Agharna.
"WHAT?" Annabelle screamed.
There was a crowd of people surrounding the guards and Bridget Bishop who was on her knees, her head placed on a log a man standing over her with a huge sword, and watching.
"I think they're going to chop her head off," said Agharna.
Annabelle watched, sucked in her breath and ran. She ran hard and fast towards Bridget Bishop, she leaped up the stairs and threw herself over Bridget.
"What are you doing?" yelled the guard.
"Why are you doing this?" Annabelle demanded.
"She's a witch," he said.
"You CLAIM that she is a witch, just because children have 'fits'. You blame it on the different people, the people who don't fit in. Did it ever occur to you that these children just might be putting on an act to get attention? Instead of thinking logically you think of the worst and blame it on the outcasts. You're going to kill someone because of YOUR FEAR!" Annabelle hollered up at the guard her head still over Bridget Bishops head.
"You would die for her?" asked the guard.
Annabelle just looked at him with determination on her face.
"I SAID," the guard grabbed a fist full of her hair, yanked her up and said, "Would you die for them?"
"What does that have to do with anything?" Annabelle asked.
"You say that it is fear that makes us do this, so prove yourself right. Will you die for them?" the guard says and points to the other prisoners that were behind the cage and watched.
Annabelle saw Tituba and Sarah Good, people from her village, where she lived.
The guard dragged her over to the prisoners by her hair, pushed her down and pulled her back up again.
"I SAID, WOULD YOU DIE FOR THEM?" the guard yelled yanking her hair.
"~I would try for them! ~" Annabelle yelled.
"That wasn't my question. I SAID WOULD YOU DIE FOR THEM?"
"~YES! Yes, I would die for them,~" she said.
"Interesting," was all the guard said as he let her hair go.
Bridget Bishop was set free.
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"Did you see that girl Hellewise?" asked Thierry.
"I saw her," she said.
"She was amazing!" he said.
"Yes she was. And that is why I'm going to send her into the future!" she said.
"WHAT? WHY?" he said.
"Because Thierry, the future you and your future Hannah Snow will need her courage and her innocence. Her innocence could fool the world, but her courage, in the end will save it," she said.
"Will I know?" he asked.
"You will know when you see her in your future self yes," she said.
"When are you going to send her?" he asked.
"June 9 at the midnight hour here, 12 in the afternoon in the future," Hellewise said.
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June 9 Midnight
The clock chimed midnight, just as Annabelle was about to get into her pajamas.
"Goodnight Grandmamma," she said as she walked to her bedchamber.
"Goodnight dear," her Grandmamma answered.
She went through the hall and disappeared.
June 10: Bridget Bishop was found and hanged:
"She should be there by now," said Hellewise.
"I thought that she had saved Bridget," said Thierry in a trance.
"She did," Hellewise said.
"But she's dead!"
"She saved her courage. Bridget finally knew that someone that didn't even know her cared whether she lived or not. She wasn't scared when she died and she owes that to Annabelle. It tisn't good to die in fear," she said.
"I suppose," he said.
"Maya should be coming to change you like her now, be prepared," she said.
*******************************************
"Where am I? I'm cold and in some sort of white dome (a tent). All I remember is walking towards my bedchamber." Annabelle said as she rolled up into a tight ball.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" said a voice.
Annabelle looked up to see a young man with gold hair and ever changing eyes (it's not Ash).
"Where am I?" Annabelle asked as she gazed around of what looked like a huge dome shaped home.
"You're in my tent and you're trespassing," he said.
She looked at him close.
"What year is this?" Annabelle asked as she started to get a hunch of what might have happened.
"Are you serious?" he asked.
"What's the date and year?" she asked frantically.
"It's the year 2001 and it's June 11," he said.
"OHMYGOD!" Annabelle said as she jumped up " I want to go back to 1692!"
"What? I think you hit your head a little too hard. I'm Aeolus Redfern," he said.
"Annabelle Hawthorne Sir," she said as she started to tremble "I'm from 1692, Salem Massachusetts."
"Yeah right," he said as he grabbed her delicate hand and yanked her up.
"Get out, before you regret it," he threatened.
She fainted.
To Be Continued...
Thanks to Lefty ~ Lefty, During 1692 Betty was Reverend Parris' daughter, Abigail was his niece. Betty was the first girl to start having fits. These are facts, and yes these characters are in that play, but the don't belong to that play. They were real people...as the facts said when I did my research.
Part Two: Witch Confessions, Hangings, and the Future
March 1:
"Annabelle, did you hear?" yelled Agharna, the young women that Annabelle had become friends with on February 26 after that dreadful dinner with the Parris's and that awful smell of the witch cake.
Annabelle had told Agharna about the witch cake. She thought it was gross.
"Hear what?" Annabelle asked as she finished hanging up the laundry on the string that stretched from one tree to the other.
"Tituba confessed," she said.
"Confessed what?" Annabelle asked.
"Witchcraft! HAVEN'T YOU BEEN LISTENING TO THE RUMORS?" she screamed in frustration.
"Rumors are usually lies. That's absurd!! Tituba couldn't harm a fly," Annabelle stated.
"Well, she's going to the Boston Prison," said Agharna.
"Oh, poor Tituba," Annabelle said as she got up to walk to the door.
Months later...
Months have passed by ever since Tituba, Sarah Osborn and Sarah Good were taken to the Boston Prison. Sarah Osborne had died in prison. After that had happened more people were arrested and being accused of witchcraft. Hearings were all the time. Everything had just passed in a daze. Mercy Lewis had accused Elizabeth; Annabelle had called her Lizzy, Procter of witchcraft. Everyone was being accused it seemed like. It was dreadful to see all these people going to prison.
It was now June Eighth and over 10 people, men and women have been accused of witchcraft.
"Gallows Hill! We have to go to Gallows Hill," yelled Agharna.
"Why must we go to Gallows Hill?" Annabelle asked.
"You'll see," she said.
Half an hour later...
"Who is that?" Annabelle asked.
"Bridget Bishop, she's going to be killed," said Agharna.
"WHAT?" Annabelle screamed.
There was a crowd of people surrounding the guards and Bridget Bishop who was on her knees, her head placed on a log a man standing over her with a huge sword, and watching.
"I think they're going to chop her head off," said Agharna.
Annabelle watched, sucked in her breath and ran. She ran hard and fast towards Bridget Bishop, she leaped up the stairs and threw herself over Bridget.
"What are you doing?" yelled the guard.
"Why are you doing this?" Annabelle demanded.
"She's a witch," he said.
"You CLAIM that she is a witch, just because children have 'fits'. You blame it on the different people, the people who don't fit in. Did it ever occur to you that these children just might be putting on an act to get attention? Instead of thinking logically you think of the worst and blame it on the outcasts. You're going to kill someone because of YOUR FEAR!" Annabelle hollered up at the guard her head still over Bridget Bishops head.
"You would die for her?" asked the guard.
Annabelle just looked at him with determination on her face.
"I SAID," the guard grabbed a fist full of her hair, yanked her up and said, "Would you die for them?"
"What does that have to do with anything?" Annabelle asked.
"You say that it is fear that makes us do this, so prove yourself right. Will you die for them?" the guard says and points to the other prisoners that were behind the cage and watched.
Annabelle saw Tituba and Sarah Good, people from her village, where she lived.
The guard dragged her over to the prisoners by her hair, pushed her down and pulled her back up again.
"I SAID, WOULD YOU DIE FOR THEM?" the guard yelled yanking her hair.
"~I would try for them! ~" Annabelle yelled.
"That wasn't my question. I SAID WOULD YOU DIE FOR THEM?"
"~YES! Yes, I would die for them,~" she said.
"Interesting," was all the guard said as he let her hair go.
Bridget Bishop was set free.
**************************************
"Did you see that girl Hellewise?" asked Thierry.
"I saw her," she said.
"She was amazing!" he said.
"Yes she was. And that is why I'm going to send her into the future!" she said.
"WHAT? WHY?" he said.
"Because Thierry, the future you and your future Hannah Snow will need her courage and her innocence. Her innocence could fool the world, but her courage, in the end will save it," she said.
"Will I know?" he asked.
"You will know when you see her in your future self yes," she said.
"When are you going to send her?" he asked.
"June 9 at the midnight hour here, 12 in the afternoon in the future," Hellewise said.
*******************************************
June 9 Midnight
The clock chimed midnight, just as Annabelle was about to get into her pajamas.
"Goodnight Grandmamma," she said as she walked to her bedchamber.
"Goodnight dear," her Grandmamma answered.
She went through the hall and disappeared.
June 10: Bridget Bishop was found and hanged:
"She should be there by now," said Hellewise.
"I thought that she had saved Bridget," said Thierry in a trance.
"She did," Hellewise said.
"But she's dead!"
"She saved her courage. Bridget finally knew that someone that didn't even know her cared whether she lived or not. She wasn't scared when she died and she owes that to Annabelle. It tisn't good to die in fear," she said.
"I suppose," he said.
"Maya should be coming to change you like her now, be prepared," she said.
*******************************************
"Where am I? I'm cold and in some sort of white dome (a tent). All I remember is walking towards my bedchamber." Annabelle said as she rolled up into a tight ball.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" said a voice.
Annabelle looked up to see a young man with gold hair and ever changing eyes (it's not Ash).
"Where am I?" Annabelle asked as she gazed around of what looked like a huge dome shaped home.
"You're in my tent and you're trespassing," he said.
She looked at him close.
"What year is this?" Annabelle asked as she started to get a hunch of what might have happened.
"Are you serious?" he asked.
"What's the date and year?" she asked frantically.
"It's the year 2001 and it's June 11," he said.
"OHMYGOD!" Annabelle said as she jumped up " I want to go back to 1692!"
"What? I think you hit your head a little too hard. I'm Aeolus Redfern," he said.
"Annabelle Hawthorne Sir," she said as she started to tremble "I'm from 1692, Salem Massachusetts."
"Yeah right," he said as he grabbed her delicate hand and yanked her up.
"Get out, before you regret it," he threatened.
She fainted.
To Be Continued...
