DeadlyNightmare
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The air was crisp that fall afternoon, orange and red leaves fell from the tall tree that towered over the forest in Salem, Massachusetts. The forest was quiet, peaceful, unlike the town, where there was a ruckus, more woman were being hung today, accused of being a bitch, practicing black magic. But, they most likely weren't. No, the town of Salem were kind of stupid, there thought about witchcraft was right, but they were hanging innocent woman, who, weren't even cut out to be a witch. Oh no, the Witches were slightly different than what they thought. Yes, they practiced magic, but also could cast spells, and brew potions.
If Salem wanted to kill witches, they were looking in the wrong spot. Mostly all the witches lived in cottages in the woods, pulling off to be old woman, who just wanted to live in peace. Well, that was most of them. Along a path that started near the cemetery, down, far, far into the forest, hidden by the bushes, covered by the trees that towered over it, along the river side, a small cottage sat. The cottage was home to one of the youngest witches in training, Elsie, a 20 year old witch.
Elsie was born with the witch heritage, her mother was a witch. But like her mother, she wasn't one of the nasty witches. The ones who lead people into the woods, and sacrifice them, or use them for there doings. No, she put her powers to good. Yes, she knew some black magic, but she didn't use it often.
Her dainty hand grabbed a handful of nightshade, and threw it into the large cauldron she had in front of her. Elsie stood at 5'2, so, she was tiny. She worse a dress looking outfit, her sleeves shredded at the end, and so was the bottom of her dress, which ended mid thigh. Looking at a large black book, that was floating in front of her. A long purple nail, running under the lines of the sentence she read. Elsie couldn't leave the way she was dressed, obviously, the dress code didn't match what the humans were wearing, and, well, it was obvious she was different, which apparently was all you had to be to be accused of witchcraft.
Elsie tilted her head, her blue eyes scanning across the page of her book, this potion would make whoever drank it, bark like a dog. But she wasn't sure if she was doing it right. Elsie, was some what a clutse. A black wolf sat on the couch, his white eyes looking at Elsie. Elsie looked up, glaring back at him. It will work this time Arcane, you just wait. Red locks falling into her was, she swatted them away, and added some frog tongue. Snapping her fingers her book closed, and went back to its normal stand. Elsie looked at the bubbling cauldron, a smile crossing her face, putting her hands over it, she closed her eyes, and spoke just a couple words in a ancient tongue.
Boom
Purple smoke filled the cottage. Two forms of coughs could be hers. I told you Elsie, do not add toad warts! Arcane, the wolf spoke as he shook his fur, small purple smoke screens rolling off his black fur. Elsie sighed. It said to! She shook her head. Waving her arms around, to lighten up the smoke, she walked over to the window, to open it, when she got there, she froze, there, outside her window, was a boy, probably her age, staring at her in disbelief. Uh oh. She said softly, the boy took off running. Elsie looked over at Arcane, who had a concerned look on his face as well.Oh Els, they will hang you. He said softly.
A couple hours past, and Elsie paced in her cottage, trying to figure out what to do. She couldn't just leave, they would find her, in a heartbeat. She closed her eyes, screaming began to echo through the woods. Rushing over to the window, she looked out it, a large mob of villagers forming outside her door. ?Come out you damn witch! We know you're in there!! She frowned, looking over at Arcane, who was standing, and snarling. She jumped back when she heard the banging on the door.
Elsie knew she had no chance, even with her loving companion, Arcane. Rushing over to her book, she flipped through her book, trying to find a particular spell, she needed to make this right, she had one chance at it, and she needed to do it right. Once she found it, she read it, saying it a couple times in her head. The banging in the back ground, the door almost down.Hurry Elsie! Do the spell! Arcane snarled, Elsie slammed the book shut, a purple aura surrounding her hands, and she cast the spell.
The door slams open. Arcane rushing to hide.n They grabbed Elsie, and dragged her out, into the front of her yard, where a rope was already, ready for her, right in the front of her own yard. With no trial, or final words allowed, Elsie was hung, and killed for her witchcraft. But, what the villagers didn't know, that Elsie cast a spell before they got her, a spell that if her spell book was open. Elsie would return, just as she was, alive and living again. That was over 300 years ago. Arcane watched the house, watching the changes of the world, waiting for someone to stumble upon the cottage, to free his dear Elsie.