Witch Trials
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Sorry it took so long, writer's block. I hope you like the chapter, this is the third time I've written it. Sorry it's short
Chapter Seven – Just a Dream?
The plan was constructed. They strike at midnight. Raven had already found a book with the spell to bring back the dead. Everything was in place.
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Richard was walking away from the house where he lived. The long brown coat he was wearing was going side-to-side in a gentle motion. Not changing rhythm or stopping. Until he got to his destination. He stood in front of the church.
The doors opened wide, both doors, although only one was necessary to enter. The light flushed into the dark room. Stain glass window making was a recently introduced concept. Not the best quality.
Richard entered and looked around uncertainly. No one was there, he thought. He turned and walked back towards the doors but a hand had caught his shoulder. Instinctively, Richard would have given the unfortunate soul a swinging kick. But he deprived his instincts. This was not a person to trip onto their back.
"Hello, vicar," said Richard before turning and releasing himself from the vicar's grasp.
"My child, you have always been my brightest. You do not harness life. You pick it up and set it free, to fly high above the world. I am glad you did what is right and came through."
"Then why do I feel so bad? Why do I feel so empty! You know, you're not very good at describing someone you have known for their whole life!" Richard snapped, he turned to leave again but stopped upon hearing the vicar speak again.
"I see I had you wrong, you do not harness life at all. You put it in a high security cage under lock and key."
"You may have known me for my whole life but you don't know anything about me," said Richard. He barely whispered it. The vicar may not have even heard it before Richard was out of the door.
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Raven was picking snowdrops from a patch of flowers in the back yard. These were necessary in the spell. As well as twenty other herbs and plants. She held one in her hands and sighed. She never really spent much time with Kori, they were friends till death but now that death has come upon one of them, it didn't feel true.
'What does 'friend' mean?' thought Raven, 'a person whom one knows, likes, trusts. But is that enough to make you friends with someone you rarely do anything with?'
Suddenly Raven was overwhelmed by a desire to close her eyes. She obeyed her basic natural principles, 'sleep when one is sleepy. Unless of course one's desire for food, drink, toilet, etc. is stronger.'
She lay down on the grassy patch. It was dry and smooth. Soft and pillowy. Good enough for an immediate nap. Sleep had conquered poor unsuspecting Raven.
---WT---
And this uncalled for sleep was none too ordinary. It engulfed Raven with it's swirls of mist and darkness.
"Hello? Is anybody there?"
Raven waited for an answer that never came. She held her arms protectively around herself. The newly created wind blew harshly against her face. Raven narrowed her eyes to a thin slit. She started to walk against the breeze.
Ahead she could see nothing but more fog but somehow she knew it was the right way. But, to what?
Ahead an image emerged. A figure by a tree. Kori? A relaxed expression in her face as she daydreamed the day away under the willow by the lake in the park. She lazily opened her eyes, they were not focused onto Raven. They were in a dream-like state.
Suddenly her eyes flashed open and she cautiously stood up leaning against the tree. A court room materialised in front of the two girls and the vicar was standing tall above them. He raised a finger towards Kori and as she gasped flames appeared around her and a string of rope tied itself around both Kori and the stake.
Raven watched in horror as flashbacks materialised in a swift motion. She couldn't stand to see her friend die once more and turned away. Her eyes were tightly shut and somehow a tear managed it's way out of her eye.
A soft cold hand was there to wipe the tear away. Raven opened her eyes to see Kori. The ghost. Smiling.
"You must tell your friends and not your enemies," she spoke in an echoed voice. She started to dematerialise.
"Please, don't go," cried Raven as she followed the shadow that was quickly falling further and further away, "No, come back."
The ghost was just a shadow now, the innocent smile upon her face turned into an evil frown. Her eyes glowed a cold icy blue and in a puff of smoke and a swoosh sound, she was gone.