The scarred witch

Chapter 1

 Chapter 1

The smell of smoke and blood almost choked Young Agnes As she watched the Witch Trials with a horrified face.

Her fellow witches were being burnt alive, drowned and put through all sorts of tortures. Her mother had left her alone and afraid when she was a little toddler. Agnes remembered how her mother had tears in her eyes while requesting her to go and fend for herself in the cruel world.

Agnes ran for her life, her heart pounding in her chest. In the darkness of the night, she stumbled over a stick and fell face-first some sharp rocks

She got up, barely able to see with all the blood dripping into her eyes. She tried to wipe it away, BUT it just made it worse.

I sobbed, trying not to think of what my siblings would be facing. Mom had told her kids to scatter and not stick together so that we were harder to find.

"Agnes!" Said a whispering voice. I turned around, to see my youngest sister, Elvyra looking up at me. Her hair were a dirty blonde, and her cheeks were pale and thin. Her eyes were hollow.

"Leave" I whispered. "No, I need your help" she whispered, her voice hoarse with thirst. I nodded. We searched for a well, and found an old abandoned one.

It had some water, covered with a layer of green scum. I filtered it out with the edge of my scarf and filled up a nearby pail with the filtered water.

We drank it, glad about the refreshment it gave us. We moved, on, until Elvyra's frail limbs couldn't walk further. I picked her up in my arms and was startled to feel how abnormally light she was. She fell asleep, and I walked on, hoping to find a place to live.......