War of the Blood Moon

Savior

  The next afternoon was pretty quiet, all the villagers were at the church in a meeting, including my mother. I put on my cloak, grabbed my basket and went out the door. I walked behind the church to where the graveyard was and looked for Laura's grave. They had already buried her this morning, but it was hard for me to go.
  I kneeled down on my knees and starred at the wooden cross with her name. I starred for a while soon realizing no flowers were placed for her. I got up and headed to the forest. The prettiest flowers were there, all her favourites. Tulips, daisies, and cardinals. Roses were my favourite so I decided to pick one.
  The sun was starting to set so I decided to head back to her grave. As I was walking back I felt a presence. I turned around thinking it was the wolf but instead it was a tall broad man. He just starred, not showing any movement. I backed up and turned around to see if there was anyone else with him. I turned to look back at him, he was gone.
  When I arrived back to the village, the flickering of torches surrounded me. There was a huge platform with hay scattered around it. I took a few steps then stopped right in front of the platform where ropes laid by my feet. Everything was quiet too quiet.
  Then it happened, two hands grabbed my arms, it was the butcher. I dropped my basket and screamed. The villagers came running out with more torches and even pitchforks. The butcher slammed me on the pole that was on the platform and tied my hands behind me. I kicked him when he came in front of me as I tried to break free but it was no use. He punched my stomach then tied my legs down.
  The mayor came up and stood before me. "Elizabeth, Laura was so sweet, how could you?"
  My eyes widened. "I didn't kill my sister you bastard!"
  He slapped me across my mouth, leaving it to bleed.
  "This woman! Is guilty of murder!" The mayor seemed to have power over the crowd, perhaps too much power.
  I looked for my mother but she could not be seen.
  "I didn't kill my sister! It was a lycan!" I beamed as I tried to tug free.
  The mayor swiftly turned his head to me and pointed. "You are a witch, you lured the lycan to kill her."
  I spit in his face. "I did not kill my sister."
He wiped the spit from his face and grinned his teeth. "You know what happens to witches?" He turned to the crowd and yelled, "they BURN!"
  The sheriff and the baker started pouring gasoline all over the hay around me. I started tugging and tugging the rope but it was no use. The mayor lit a match and whispered in my ear, "Go to hell."
  The match dropped and the fire started to rise. All the villagers were raising their torches and I started coughing from all the smoke. I took a glimpse through the smoke and saw my mother just standing. She did nothing no objection, no remorse, she just watched and her eyes, were full of hate.
  I felt myself wearing away, the smoke was accumulating and I couldn't break free. I thought I was going to die until I felt hands touch mine and all the ropes untangle.
  "It's going to be okay." He murmured.
I turned and saw it was the man from the forest. I wanted to speak but I couldn't because of the smoke. I felt weary and weak. He took me in his arms and helped me walk far away from the smoke, far away from the fire, far away from home.