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Melinda Warren (1670 - 1692)
"Outside of time, Outside of gain, Know only sorrow, Know only pain."
As I completed the spell, a magical wind picked up and I watched as Matthew Tate; someone who I thought had loved me but in the end had betrayed me; was sucked into the locket. I could see little bright, white lights hovering in the area where Matthew had been. I stretched out my hand towards them and felt a warm glow spread through me. My powers had been returned to me.
The heavy door of the cell slammed open and the turnkey who had let in Matthew stood in the doorway. "Where's Matthew" he demanded fiercely, although I could sense his fear.
"Gone." I replied simply.
A mixture of confusion and fear spread over the turnkey's face and he almost ran out of the cell, locking the door behind him. It hurt me how they feared me. Most of them had known me for a long while, ever since my family and I had moved to Salem from Virginia, where I was born, but their friendliness had turned to hatred now that they knew I was a witch.
I should never have trusted Matthew, never have thought that he loved me, but the passion had felt sincere. Until he had tried to kill me to get me to use my powers against him. All the time I had thought that I was the one with the secret, but in fact it was Matthew. He had known that I was a witch and all that he had been after were my powers. For that was Matthew's power, the power to copy the powers of good witches when they are used against him. After that he is immune to the effects of those powers.
That is how he gained my powers. He was waiting in my house for me, said he had a surprise for me. As I leant over to kiss him I had a premonition - I saw Matthew talking to the town council, then the image faded to witch hunters marching down the road to my house, and finally, I saw myself being burned at the stake. I pulled back horrified, almost unable to believe that Mathew would betray me, until I saw his smile. He leaned back against the wall and thanked me. I didn't understand what he meant and when I saw him pull out a knife my instinct was to freeze him.
I ran out of the room, looking for my daughter Prudence, hoping that Matthew hadn't harmed her. I found her playing in her room, unaware of Matthew's attack. "Mum?" she asked, frightened, when she saw my face.
"Hush, sweetie." I replied nervously, "We need to get out of here. Come on."
We run hurriedly down the stairs but by then Matthew had unfrozen and was standing at the base of the stairs. I tried to freeze him again but nothing happened. Desperately I flung out my hand at him, using my telekinesis to hurl him out of the way and Prudence and I ran to the door. As we got there we heard the sound of glass smashing. Matthew had recovered and had exited through one of the windows. He confidently strode away, down the road and I felt a flicker of fear. This was where my premonition was about to come true. I knew that he was going to the town council to accuse me of being a witch.
I knew I didn't have much time. I needed to make a potion to vanquish Matthew, before the witch hunters came. But first I needed to get Prudence to safety. If I failed, I would be burned at the stake and so would Prudence. I needed to protect my daughter. Swiftly going upstairs, I grabbed the Book of Shadows I had started and gave it to Prudence. I took her to my neighbour, Alice, who promised to look after Prudence and then I returned to my house. I had a potion to make and a spell to write.
I was just measuring the potion into the locket Matthew had given me, when I heard a loud knock on the front door. I felt my heart go cold. This was it. I quickly glanced at the spell I had written to make sure I had memorised it and placed the piece of paper under a glass vase hoping Prudence would find it and add it to the Book of Shadows.
There were seven witch hunters gathered around my door. I used no witchcraft to fight them, only pleaded with them not to believe Matthew. If I didn't prove Matthew's charge then Prudence should be safe. However my pleas were to no avail. I was dragged down to the cells and locked in.
I knew that Matthew would come to visit me, that I just had to be patient and then I could curse him into the locket. His arrogance would be his downfall. And it was. He had thought that since he was now immune to my powers that I posed no threat, but he was wrong. I felt satisfaction as I cursed him into the locket and knew that even though I will burn at the stake, Prudence will be safe and will carry on the Warren line, so that the three witches, the Charmed One's, who I had prophesied will be the most powerful witches of all time, the witches who had come from the future to save my mother, will be born.