Witch-Craft *Re-writing*

Chapter 4

*Petronilla's POV*

My head stung. So did my side. In fact my whole body did. I groaned in pain, I felt like I had just had a rock thrown at my head. Wait I did hit my head. I then heard some voices come from next to me as I groaned.

"Look Claude she's alive! I told you she was!" The voice I had never heard it before. Wait where was I? I slowly opened my eyes allowing them to adjust to the light in the room. I sat up and saw I think 6 people gathered around me. "Oh young lady lay back down. We don't want you to hurt yourself" a young lady with incredibly long hair scurried to my side trying to get me to lay down. "I'm fine." I rubbed my head and felt what felt like bandages around my head. "What happened? Where am I? Who are you people?" I looked around at all the people when one spoke up. "Your full of questions aren't you. How boring" A boy around my age spoke up. He sounded like the person who spoke earlier. He has blonde hair and sky blue eyes just like mine. "I'm sorry. I am Petronilla Mun-" I was about to say my last name but thought to myself ' death wish' "Petronilla Mundy. You-You can call me Nilla though" I looked at the young boy who has had called me boring earlier. He seemed as if he was thinking something. "I'm Alois! Alois Trancy. I own this place. I am Early Trancy and all. This useless lot are my servants. To be frank they aren't any use. But your here now!" I looked at him rather confused. 'But your here now' What on earth did he mean. "What do you mean?" He jumped onto the bed I was sat on and sat cross legged in front of me. "Well we helped you so now you have to work for me. Simple really." I looked at him in shock. There was no way in hell a powerful Demanor like I would be a servant for a spoilt brat like him. "Are you crazy. I am not going to be your servant. I have better things to be doing than cleaning up a spoilt brats mess" He looked at me horrified and without even warning his hand made collision with my cheek. I guess I deserved that. "Your highness you can't just slap the poor girl!" The lady from earlier with the long hair rushed to the bed but stepped backwards when the brat raised his hand and spoke again. "Don't you even think about coming near her Hannah or I'll have your other eye." He stood up and started walking towards the door. "Claude make sure she is given a maids dress asap. The rest of you useless lot get back to work. If I find anyone in here with her I'll hurt you." After he made his announcement he walked out the door to who knows where.

I watched as each servant made their way out of the room. I layed back down on the bed and looked up to the ceiling. I had been practicing a spell before the village was burnt down so I found use of my free time alone to practice it. I sat up and tried my hardest to get a broom which was sitting in the corner of the room to start cleaning by itself. Unfortunately it back fired and made more mess than there already was. "Whoops"

I looked at the mess when I heard a knock from the door. "Come in" As I said those two words a tall male figure walked in. He was wearing a very posh suit with his hair slicked back and a pair of thin glasses resting on his nose. "I have bought your maids dress to you from commands from my master. Will you need any help dressing yourself?" His voice was plain and boring. God I could fall asleep. I watched as he walked over to the mess I had made and placed the outfit on a chair. "What happened here?" He looked at the large mess on the floor. I thought to myself on what to say 'Oh the normal practicing witch craft and it back fired. Yes normal'. "I uh..." He looked over me and I swore his eyes went red for a secound. "Demon" I mumbled under my breathe to myself. "You would be correct Miss Mundrake." My eyes widened as I watched him pick up shattered pottery. "You are mistaken I am Petronilla Mundy." He looked me in the eyes. "You aren't that smart for a Demanor are you. I'm a demon I know a witch when I see one." "Your wrong I'm not a witch!" He turned around and walked towards me. I felt my body move away from him without thinking. He grabbed my arm rolling my sleeve up. "If your not a witch explain the mark" I looked down at my arm. He was correct I had the witches mark, now he knew for sure I was a witch. "I mean no harm I promise. Please don't kill me please. I promise to do anything you ask. Ple-" he cut me off half way through my sentence "*sigh* You really are full of it. I'm not in charge of you, Earl Trancy decides on what you do and what happens to you. Don't worry the child is not incredibly smart, your secret is safe with me. Now get changed and clean the mess you made. I'll be waiting outside." I watched as he walked out the room leaving me once alone again.