Witch Trials
Standard disclaimers apply.
I feel charitable so here's the next chapter earlier than I promised. Thanks to all who reviewed!
A/N, this is the chapter when I will reveal some valuable information to you all. Sorry it's so short, I'll post the next chapter quickly.
Chapter Ten - Meeting
"Gar? Garfield? Garfield Logan! Step away from the alcohol and explain yourself!" shouted Raven.
Garfield stumbled away from the kegs of wine and drunkenly walked around rubbing his head, "I see stars!" he said to himself.
"What do you think you were doing, trying to attack us?" shouted Raven as she grabbed Gar and shook him. He regained awareness and blink tightly.
"We thought you guys were the vicar," stated Garfield.
"You thought us two were the vicar?" asked Richard. "You were going to attack the vicar?"
"Yeah! Only, we think he's the bad guy," said Victor as he came out of his hiding place.
"What makes you think that?" asked Richard. Everyone glared at him. "Whoa, just a question," he said, backing away and waving his arms in a 'backing off' gesture.
"Shhh," Raven hushed, everyone went silent. There were voices speaking in light whispers. The four friends went over to the corner of a building and looked around it cautiously. There in a hooded brown cloak was a man talking to someone in the shadows.
"Yes. I do this for you, but what will I get in return?" the man mumbled in an unfamiliar voice.
"You do this, you keep what I have given you," said a voice from the shadows, "If you refuse I will take it away from you and you don't want that, now do you?"
The hooded figure took a frightened step back and into the light of the street lantern, but he was still wearing the hood over his head and his identity still remained mysterious to the four watching the scene unsuspected. "No master, I am very grateful for the gift and I will do anything in my power to keep it. I will do the task you have set me and no one will ever know."
When the last words were spoken, the hooded figure put his hands in the prayer position and bent forward as a leaving gesture and then took off, the person in the shadows most likely did the same for when the four friends came to look in the shadows, no one was there.
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The hooded figure who had left the meeting half an hour ago was walking over a long wooden bridge. He reached the stony path and walked onwards. Smelling the fresh grassy smells he stopped. The figure looked around, no one was there. He left the path and went downhill where the grass was yellow and dead.
He walked up to where the sea met the land and he stepped forward. He staggered unsteadily through the waves and around the cliff face where the water was now waist deep. The brown cloak was moist and uncomfortable but this was the only way to get to his destination.
Half way around the cliff face, the man knocked on the stone. It gave a loud empty sound that meant only one thing, the cliff was hollow. Or at least partially hollow. The figure's hand travelled around the rocks that made up the cliff until he found what he was looking for. He lifted a piece of material that looked just like it was washed up and got stuck on the rock. It revealed a touchpad. The man placed his hand on the pad and a small LED lit up and accepted him inside. The man stepped back as a pair of rock doors slid to the sides just above sea level.
The man stepped inside and the doors shut behind him. It was dark, very dark and moist. A hand fumbled around for a lantern and a box of matches. When the room was lit with a gentle flickering light, the figure removed the cloak and hung it on a peg. He stepped forward with the lantern in his hand and walked towards the back of the cave. The vicar knew what he must do next.