The Witches Lullaby

Chapter two

After getting taken away from my grandmother for my daily chore, I couldn't help but think about the penalty that me and grandmother may revive. I wouldn't want to lose her. I've already lost my mother so she's the only thing I have left. Well along Lysander. "Bridget are you listening?" I left my thoughts as I can back to reality. "Annabelle will help you tonight. You'll finish at seven right before supper, then you'll hand the candles out before night and then you'll sleep. Understood?" Both me and Annabelle nodded at his words before he bowed his head and walked away. "Hello Bridget." She smiled before getting her stick and wool. "Hello." I kept my words quick and sharp as I went to fetch my items for making the candles.

I got my stick and rope before dipping it into the candle mix and creating my first candle of the night. Time ticked on and on and after a while I've created several numbers of candles and letting them dry before I start to shape them into the shape that was needed. "Did you hear?"
"Hear what?"
"The witch hunt is getting hotter as someone said they found spell scrolls in an old lady's backyard in this very town. They say a piece of the paper was sticking up from the ground or something. The meeting in church this morning must have scared them so much they had to hide it all."
"I mean I would too if I was told if a witch was caught they'd get sentenced to death."

My heart sunk and slowed its beat down. Im sure I buried the scrolls deeper than needed. Im sure of it. The gossip was getting spread quicker than a wild fire. I kept working trying to gasp for the air I needed to make my heart rate start up again. "Bridget..." I looked to the two girls who was talking to each other. "You don't look too good..." Annabelle walked to me and placed a hand onto my forehead. "D-dont be silly. I'm fine really." I stuttered before going back to do my chores. Rushing i seemed yo double the candle making within just a short amount of time but i couldn't shake a feeling off. With them both looking at me, it felt like they were looking straight through my anatomy and deep withing my soul. It sent shivers up my spine. "You know Bridget, we don't need that many candles its like you've gone into over drive."
"I just thought I was running out of time that's all."
"Aye, let's go and deliver these before dinner then just go straight to bed. It looks like you need it."

I nodded while collecting the candles and placing them into a deep brown shoulder basket before going to hand the candles out to the villagers. It took us a while to hand out only a third of the candles we made. As the sun began to set we decided to split up and rush around the houses. As I came up towards the centre of the village I saw the men building what seemed to be something called a "gallow". I've only heard stories about these from ancient stories my grandmother used to tell me but I think the main reason for having one built is for the death of witches. As I thought that, a sharp shiver ran through my body as if lightning struck a tree making it crack in two. That's the pain I was in. I held the scream in before running to my house to my grandmother in need of help. "Grandmother grandmother please!" I yelled at the top of my lungs before falling to my knees. Little did I know people were looking through the door gaps, gasping at what they heard. My grandmother chanting a healing spell. That was enough to get her classed as a Satan's helper. She walked me to my room and tucked me tightly into it next to my brother before she sang us a lost lullaby. I held her tight as tears ran down my face. Little did I know that was the last night I would spend with her.

(Sorry its only a short chapter its because I'm still very I'll but I didn't want to leave the story longer. Hope you all understand)