Season Of The Witch
Heart filled silences captured my eye as I watched him from the corridor. He concealed something within and yet the amenity was so venerable. It pondered to me that he thought of me as incompetent, agile for shouting against the world. As inept as a stone. But could you blame those thoughts? Forced to live on this earth with only my heart as it crumbles with each word to hit my chest? Fearing to open as it hurts from laughter, pain from a bee sting, tearing from your heart'held bleed? Tis not what I fret, that is, anymore.
"Excuse me, madmen." Looking over my shoulder to find a boy around my age with dark curly locks. His smile faded and looked as if he were disappointed.
"Cardinal D'Ambroise wishes you join him in the study, miss." He answered over my shoulder. I shuttered in stutters and stood up, "what is your name?" I looked at the boys face eyeing his beautiful soft grey rings that withheld black orbs.
"Kay." He answered. I passed by him slowly, "its nice to see a face so young." I stopped and smiled arching my head. He smiled and rushed his hands through his big locks; each of them stayed curly.
"I'm only 17." His words faltered behind him. "As am I." I quipped back.
"Its nice to see someone in my own mirror." I murmured heading for the door, but I didn't open it, I stood there looking at the boy named 'Kay'.
"Yes. It is." He said precisely, as a tone with genres played into it. "Here, let me." He rushed over to the door opening it, I bowed in a nod and headed out into the hall. I walked holding my fist in a grip, I felt it sweat from the tenseness I held within, cramping it almost. As I entered the study, the room seemed to antechamber all around, small paintings held large falling curtains that showed the color of blood; which made the air smell of wine and cedar. I knocked on a post to get the brutes attention.
"Ah, my love." Cardinal D'Ambroise coughed into a hankie and henced me forward. I didn't give him a look of sympathy just a stare that mocked as pity. His old blue eyes crowed under bags of skin, his nose was arched forward and his smile wasn't even a smile. I could just smell the atrocious vile yeast inside him; pure greed. I could feel his eyes rape me, and I knew he would, he's done it before.
"Do you not know the hour?" I began.
"Yes. But we must talk….business." I eyed him sharply and opened for this long harangue. "You see, there are not women like you-" he paused and continued, "you are strong as a man, tamer of the wild, and for a girl I must assume you are quite powerful…yes indeed. But, the question is, how did you?" The breath in my chest grew painfully, breaking in anger; like a earthquake ripping the earth.
"Are you assuming I am necromancer?" This jumped him as it me. He didn't move, yet quiver. So I stood, "you are assuming, for a girl to be strong like a man, easer as a tamer and yet you know nothing!" What foolish nonsense I was hearing. "You fear me." He did not reply but turned his back, "you coward! Speak up!"
"Silences!" He yelled raising is back hand. "Consider that a warning." He sighed releasing his anger.
"You are a fool, you judge, yet you are not God, you raise a hand as a tamer for a lion, what are you trying to imply Cardinal D'Ambroise! What!" I curled my fist, eyeing the first object in view then smashing my fist into the dry-wall. Not breaking much but leaving a few cracks the room did shake.
"Fight for me." He finally said.
"W-what…?" My tone soften as my fists relaxed. From his back he turned around inching no distance apart.
"I am dying, by the plague." I was speechless by what he was telling. "A girl, the age of you came before the plague started, she was arrested for muttering around town for unspeakable words! She placed what is cursed upon us! She is a witch…she is the advocate to the black man himself." He seemed tired so I moved him to sit down. He took a long breath and looked me straight in the eye, "she is a smart female…our best men fell for her temptation…turned once against each other."
"What are you asking of me?"
"Take the witch to Severac, only there, will be hope."
I tried to sleep but sleeping was far off my mind. I couldn't even begin to think of a young girl to be a witch? Something just didn't sit right. I looked out the window seeing the big bright moon, Luna. She shined and sparkled as if eyes where watching. I grabbed my cloak and stepped out into the hall. One guard was at its post, I moved back and stepped down the stairway. I rushed through the open air that filled with fog and death. I rushed past a few sleeping souls and found a blocked door with two guards. I approached them calmly. "Excuse me…but there are loud noses up in my quarter…as if by magic there was a big black crow pecking at my chest! Please go check?" One of the guards grunted and went up to check. The other would just not move so I shrieked, "there it is! The bird!" The other guard looked up and I hit him in the back of his nape sending him down out conscious. I grabbed the keys and unlocked the door.
I stepped inside and found it to be dark with murky air. I grabbed a light post and followed the stairs down. It seemed forever then I finally made it to blocked cells. I looked in each and all were empty, as if no one was imprisoned. I turned around beginning to give up when a faint voice called, "looking for me?" I turned around shining the light in it's path hung a girl who looked broken. I crept closer and bent down to her level.
"Are you the one, the witch?" I started. She didn't smile but chuckle in a soft manner.
"Do you believe that I'm a witch?" No emotion filled this girls voice as it shook me.
"I believe you are innocent but wronged guilty." I looked into the cell, it was filled with sorrow and disgrace. "What is your name?"
"I am Anna." This I did not expect, she grabbed my head, gripping a mug of hair sending it flying to the bar. It hit loud as I moaned in pain, "please…help me." I could feel her sniff my cheek then release. I pushed back and stood quickly, "they wish to take you to Severac…there you will be trialed." Her glossy eyes filled me, empty me.
"I will not let them hurt you." I furrowed my brow, "this I promise." I turned to leave but stopped.
"You are strong…stronger than you think, Siera."
From the author: Okay, I know it's really short but I'm leaving out of town in a few day's and I wanted this chapter out before I left. So please keep up with the reviews! First, this story will be ended 'really' differently, as to why I put it in the 'fairytale' section. Second, I just want to say when I was reading stories on the middle ages women were treated pretty bad, more like sex slaves and nothing more. So I wanted Siera to speak out of context, which is why men find her so curious as to why she speaks back, or defends herself and doesn't fear of getting hit.
Thanks' so much!
-A