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My room was the most interesting thing I had ever seen. It was bright and colorful, full of beauty and dark colors. The most vibrant colors in the room were black, purple, and orange. I had never seen a room like this, my bed being a beautiful purple. Furniture was orange and black, while my walls were a light gray. It was an interesting, decorated room.

There was a door on the side of my room, which led into Daisy's room. Daisy's room though, was full of spring colors like blue, pink, and yellow. Daisy got the light, I got the dark. That almost matched our personalities anyway.

I heard a knock on my door, so I silently crept up to the door and peeked it open. "Yes?"

It was only Daisy. "Mother and Father wanted to me to tell you that they are allowing us to leave for town whenever we want, but we have to let them know. You can go off on your own, but if I want to go without them, I have to go with you."

I could hear her pout in her voice. "Tell them I am going to head out. Want to come along?"

"No thank you," she grinned. "I have so much to unpack."

I waved a hand. "Oh, I'll do that late tonight."

"More like very early in the morning," Daisy snickered, but headed down the hall toward the bathroom.

I ran to my wardrobe to decide on what to wear. I picked out my pretty light blue dress that bore black lines down them. It felt nicely tight against my body, so I knew I would be comfortable. I placed my black heels on my feet, finding myself ready to go. I walked out of my house, glancing around one last time to be sure I knew how to get back, and headed back out into town.

As I glided through town, I found people watching me and whispering things to each other. But, in strength and wisdom, I kept staring and walking straight ahead. I decided to see some of the shops, which would take my mind off what was going on.

The shop I entered was full of tinted light, barely noticeable. I recognized that it was a bookstore. I wandered around, feeling the bookkeeper's eyes on my back the whole time, and picked up a book that reached me some interest. Before I could open the book and begin, someone's hands grabbed onto me, spinning me around another bookcase, making me drop the book that I held in my hands.

I stared into the face of a young man, barely over twenty, but he was wonderfully attired. Not to mention, he had beautiful eyes. Yes, they were hazel, but a gold more than brown. His hair was darkened black so his eyes gleamed brighter than he realized. His hands gripped hard on my arms while my back was held against the bookcase. He knew I was scared, but his eyes told me to focus. So, I did.

"You are not safe here," he spoke, rationally.

"Well, anyone could tell me that," I answered. "I witnessed what happened on the streets earlier."

"Do you know what happened earlier?"

I could see my confused expression in the reflection of his eyes. "No?"

"Thomas and Edward Putnam, Joseph Hutchinson, and Thomas Preston have accused Sarah Osborne as a witch because of the affliction of the young girls. She has been accused and arrested."

"What?" I exclaimed. "Arrested?"

"She is being imprisoned tomorrow."

I held in my gasp, frightened to death. "Has this always happened?"

"Sarah Good is being tried to be hung," the boy nodded.

I looked away, trying to fight away the tears. How could this horror be happening around me? How?

"My name is Jasper Lewis. My sister, Mary, was hung along with Bridget Bishop, the first woman to be hung for being accused a witch. No one has heard of Mary Lewis being hung because it was secret and our family isn't a 'known' as everyone else. So, who would care if a fifteen year old daughter of a man no one cared for what hung? It mattered to us," I could see fear deepen into his eyes.

"I'm Hannah Mansfield," I smiled, trying to make him feel at least a little better.

His eyes lit up. "Are you related to a woman named Isabel? She married a man with the last name Mansfield many years ago."

I grinned. "That's my mother!"

I saw his eyes darken, but just as quickly, they were brought into the light again. "I have someone you need to meet."

He grabbed onto my hand, dragging me out of the store, not before I wave to the bookkeeper. He gave a small grin and a nod, but he still had that weird glint in his eyes.

"How come your sister was hung, but none of them have come after the rest of your family?" I asked Jasper as he continued to pull me through the streets.

"What is the new daughter doing, mingling with the uncertain boy?" I heard a woman whisper to her friend beside us as we passed. I shot a look at them and they gasped, surprised I heard them speaking.

Unfortunately, Jasper did not hear them, but I wasn't going to be the one to tell him. "Well, Mary was around Bridget the time she was accused. Since she was around, the girls decided to put her into immediate danger. Yes, she was accused and hung, but no one even dared to tell us about it. For some reason, the town is afraid of my mother's heritage."

"Why?"

"No need to fret, dear Hannah. You will know soon enough," Jasper said, laughing.

I felt warmth toward him, a feeling I had never felt before. I knew I could trust him, I didn't know how I knew, but I just did. I considered him a friend already.

He led me to a house that resulted in the middle of the woods outside of the town. The forest gave me an eerie feeling, but I felt safe as long as Jasper was around. The house that stood in front of us was tall, a rusty old outside, but it was pretty. It resembled one of the brick buildings in town.

Inside, the first room was a large sitting room that was full of old furniture. I stared around, in awe. Sitting in one of the chairs was an older woman, at least in her forties. She had a face that felt both familiar and frightening. Her eyes were pitch black, matching her hair color as well.

"Mother?" Jasper called to her.

She tore her eyes from me, finally noticing her son there. "Hm?"

"I have somewhere for you to meet. This is-" He started, gesturing toward me.

"This is the child of Isabel, I know," the woman said, staring at me once again.

"Her name is Hannah Mansfield, mother. Hannah, this is Nancy Lewis," Jasper introduced.

"Hello, Mrs. Lewis," I curtsied.

"It's Miss Lewis now," she said, her hands shaky when she reached for her tea.

I glanced at Jasper for answers, so he whispered toward me. "My father died about four years ago."

I understood. "May I call you Nancy?"

"Of course," she smiled.

"May I ask, how do you know my mother?"

"Isabel and I were close friends back in England when we were kids. We knew each other until she turned fifteen and ran off with your father."

I sat in the chair opposite her, but I didn't know whether I should enthusiastic or insulted. But, I let her continue without saying a word.

"Your mother is a great woman, Hannah, don't you forget it," she warned me.

"I already know that."

"Your mother is special, like me. Your family has a secret, Hannah, a powerful secret."

A quizzical expression came across my face. "What do you mean?"

"Let your mother explain that," a glint came into her eyes.

I glanced up at Jasper for help. Nancy acknowledged that I was asking him.

"My son here, is not who you think," Nancy cackled.

I shot my attention back to her. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Jasper is not his true name. His birth name is Edward Lewis. Once Mary was hung, God Rest Her Soul, Edward changed his name to Jasper Lewis, another family's son that was here in town. The family miraculously disappeared, but no one truly knew about them, so we took in their names."

"Is your real name Nancy?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Esmeralda."

I nodded, understanding.

"Now, Hannah, I want you to go return home and tell your mother you met me. Then, she will most likely tell you the truth."

I nodded, worried about what the 'truth' was. Jasper, I mean, Edward helped me return home, since I didn't know the way from the forest. Edward slowly walked beside me, quietly. When we arrived to my home, I caught a glimpse of mother and Daisy peeking at me through the window. Edward huffed a laugh when he noticed as well.

"That's my mother and my little sister Daisy," I smiled in the direction to show I knew they were there.

Daisy was giggling aloud, but mother had a look of irony on her face. Her expression scared me.

"I could recognize her resemblance to you," Edward smiled.

"I still have to get use to calling you Edward now," I grinned back at him.

"Oh no. Whenever you around others, call me Jasper. When it's either your family or my family, or just the two of us, call me Edward."

"Fine," I teased. "Well, I should go inside before they find Father."

"I will see you around town, I'm sure?" he smiled a beautiful smile.

"Yes, you will."

He bent over and kissed my hand. I just realized he was well over six feet tall, rather large for our time. He was truly handsome, an admirer at least. He gave me one more last smile and turned around to walk away. I gazed toward the window and saw that no one was there anymore.

I traveled inside to find Father and Daisy sitting at the eating table, but Mother stood on her feet, arms crossed.

"Who was that?" she almost screamed.

I threw my purse on the table. "Edward Lewis. Do you remember him Mother?"

"I don't even know who he is!"

"The son of Esmeralda Lewis!" I screamed.

Everyone froze. Daisy glanced around, trying to understand what was going on. Mother glanced at Father where he just sighed toward h, wanting her to go.

"Esmeralda said that our family has a powerful secret. Mum, I demand to know what this secret is."

Mother flickered a look toward Father, but sat. "Sit down, Hannah."

I did as she was told and continued to stare at her. "What is it?"

"Hannah, Daisy, I'm a witch."

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