Witch cat

Untitled Part 1

January 25, 1580

I'm usually not one to write in a journal, it even surprises me that I even took a second glance at this. Two days ago it was my birthday. Wrapped up beautifully in a brown paper bag all tied up in string was this book, It's a gift from my brother , who has high hopes that I will write everything down that I can't tell other people. Two days this laid on top of the pile of books on the chair in the corner of my bedroom. I'm now laying on my bed trying to figure out exactly how to start this. It seems like people start these things with formal introductions. Let me give it a try.

Hello, my name is asta amice valentine, but my older brother oliver calls me sully. I live with him here in the rooms right above the clock shop that he spends his days working in. As I said earlier my birthday was recently, I just turned 15. I have a cat named callie who is white as snow. london is a beautiful place and the air here is so clean and everyone is healthy.

Huh. Seems all nice and happy doesn't it? In reality life is hard. now that i'm 15 it means i need to work even harder then i have ever worked before, I'm not a little kid anymore. food is scarce. it's hard to put food on the table. how many people ever need there clock or watch fixed? London is a horrible place, It smells rancid and there are case of the black plague spreading rapidly and killing anybody it lays its grip on.

Well not everything is bad, collie just jumped on my bed and is now begging to be pet. She is so beautiful her fur is as soft as silk, she's as white and pure as freshly fallen snow up in the mountains, and her eyes are a soft grey not fully a bold blue. I remember when i first found her, It was around 10 years ago.

Can you keep a secret? I've never told anyone this but i'm gonna take a chance and write it down, i mean who are u gonna tell right?

Around 10 years ago now i had just turned 5 years old. I don't really remember in clear details but i do remember oliver, 15 at the time, gripping my hand with tight fingers and dragging me through a orange and red hallway, I remember my eyes burning and my throat was as dry as a dessert. It was hot, sweat dripped into my burning eyes and I remember opening my mouth to scream but no sound came out. We ran throughout the rooms searching for a way out until my brother in a panicked state did the first thing he thought of.

He ran and threw himself out the second story window dragging me behind him.

Cold air it is like a brick as we met the outside, falling into the midst of the white cloud below us. I don't remember waking up but my next memory appears with me standing in knee length snow at the edge of a line of trees facing a foggy aspen forest, the sun had gone down. I remember anything behind me just what was in front of me, everything else was swallowed up in darkness. My red scarf laid flat against me as there was no wind to stir a single thing, everything was still and silent, i dared not breathe. I stood there for what seemed like ever. Just as my vision started to get blurry from losing focus, a flash of something passed through my vision. I unconsciously stepped forward, without noticing at first my foot caught in the snow and i went face first into the snow. I felt nothing, was totally numb. I stayed still on my hands and knees just staring at my white mittens. I just stayed there for what seemed like a little longer than i should have not really knowing what just happened. I suddenly just snapped out of it and whipped my head up, it barely peeked over the snow. With hurried movement i got to my feet and frantically looked around. When I saw nothing I almost cautiously took another step forward but i wasn't really paying attention. I somehow didn't fall this time and threaded through the heavy powdery snow searching for ... something. I don't really know what i was looking for but it must be what i saw earlier, I just had a feeling that i would find something. My searching lead to nothing. Warm trails lead down my numb face. I hold up my mitten and see a drop land on it, i'm crying. At this realization I cry harder. I can barely let out ragged breaths my the time i sink to my knees. I lean back and swiftly fall into the snow behind me. I lay there staring up into the black foggy sky, my mind blank. The next moments are a bit blurry to remember but somehow it ended up with a kitten. A pure black kitten licking the tears on my face. I laid there not daring to move in fear that it would leave me. The kitten seemed almost comfortable with me and it climbed up onto my chest. I slowly lifted my hands cautiously not to alarm it and held the tiny little bundle as i sat up straight. I held the kitten in my hands life fine china as we stared at each other. Both green and gray eyes were locked together. It took just one meaw from the adorable little thing for me to bring it closer and cuddle the hell out of it. Without even thinking about it a name formed in the back of my mind, collie. I repeated the name out loud to try it out and i faintly remember noticing a small white dot behind collie's ear that stood out from the pitch darkness of the rest of the fur.

It's hard to say i noticed at first but it soon became obvious that throughout all the years with be collie very steadily turned pure white. The question of how this came to be was always unanswered but deep inside of me I knew.

I wrote a lot today, i ment for this to be short and simple but i guess i just got carried away.

January 29, 1580

When I wrote a couple days ago everything was normal and nothing was out of the ordinary, In these past four days though things seem to be....different. It seems more people are being arrested dayly and that officials are being more cautious. Just yesterday posters were hung up outside the church about just crazy stuff like turning in anybody that just looks are seems suspicious, suspicious of what, no one knows, but talk about witches and dark magic have been circling through the townsfolk. Me and my brother like to keep to ourself so we don't get the full gossip but from what we gathered there was apparently recent outbreaks of dark magic in the neighboring towns followed by massive executions. oliver hadn't even said a word to me about the issue until I confronted him. He refused to acknowledge that anything was wrong and sternly told me to just mind my own business about stuff and to carry on as we always do. But more importantly he told me not to act suspicious.

It was late at night when my brother decided to run an errand. It wasn't unusual. i mean he's gone on multiple errands late at night in the past, but this time he seemed strange. Sweat lined his collar and his words seemed to be more forced than they usually are. I asked if he was ok but he just brushed off my question. I feel asleep that night before he got back.

January 30, 1580

Im currently writing this in a prison cell. This morning I was woken up by the sound of a door being thrown open and was dragged out of my bed by officials. I was so confused i had no idea what was happening. Just recently a guard had come in and upon endless questioning him i found out that the one who turned me in was none other than my own flesh and blood, oliver. I couldn't believe it. I thought all was well. To be honest i fear collies life more than my own right now. where is she right now? Oliver has always despised her, and apparently me too. I curled up on the cold stone ground of my cell and close my eyes falling into dreams of childhood.

Currently I'm being taken to the center of town with all the other prisoners. No trial ever took place. My words are being recorded down through, well let's just say i have extraordinary talent for the unbelievable.

I knew my turn was next as I'm motioned up onto the wooden stage. I look out onto the crowd, surprised that no fear was present. The next moments were a blur as it passed my eyes.

I had always know my brother was afraid of me, more like afraid of my powers. I was a cruel child, from the moments I stole his toys and destroyed the things most precious to him to chasing all his friends away and calling him terrible names. As i stand here on this wooden platform in front of all, my eyes are fixed on only one spot. The dark brown grinning eyes of my older brother stare back at me as I feel the noose around my neck tighten and I hear the click of a lever pulled.