Chapter 2
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One day her mother said to her: 'Come, Little Red Riding Hood, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine; take them to your grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will do her good. Set out before it gets too dark, and when you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break the bottle, and then your grandmother will get nothing; and when you go into her room, don't forget to say, "Good morning", and don't peep into every corner before you do it.'
'I will take great care and follow these directions,' said Little Red Riding Hood to her mother.
The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the village, and Little Red Riding Hood went on her way to old grandmother's cottage.
"The witch is here! In her home!" the seamstress screamed.
Armed with anything they could pick from their homes and use as weapon, the village men went marching on to the witches home.
"Witch! Come out and repent for your sins!"
The accused woman walked nicely and quietly from her home to stand on her porch and look at the villagers coldly. "Speak of what you hope to gain from my death."
"More and more they come. The livestock dies! The town is being drained of it's currency!"
"We...we hear them call your daughters name," called a thin wife from the front cowering behind her husband.
"Let us leave without harm and they will leave as well." The offer was set in front of the villagers with a sweeping hand toward the woods. "We will flee far away into the forest leagues away."
"We cannot deal and bargain with one who deals with darkness!"
"She must burn!"
The villagers made their decision clear in a loud outburst of agreement.
The witch had thought this would be the outcome. She spoke darkly looking into their eyes with a high head. Some would not meet her gaze. "Seeking blood for cattle. Seeking blood for the lost fortune. This is what has become of the people who accepted me when I was heavy with child out of wedlock. A child you all welcomed with open arms and loved."
The mob fell silent with the mention of the girl.
"Whether they remain or not, once she has learned of what transpired this day she will grow only for revenge. But, as a gift, her death will come quick with a cut made on her throat." The mayor spoke.
The witch smiled and tucked a black lock behind her ear before curtseying. "Many thanks for the mercy." She stood right again. "But my child will live I assure you mayor. And all of you will pay dearly, for there is no darkness in my heart. But the evil and greed that fills yours will drive this town to hell."
"Time to burn witch." A man holding a torch spoke with venom.
"Fine. Then let it be that today, you burned and killed no witch; but murdered your humanity and let innocent lives perish."
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AN: We'll see where this goes... cuz I have no clue...
