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Blue Moon

This is my entry for Weekly Wattpad Contest #55

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"Every blue moon, a witch had to be hunted and killed,..."

The woods are illuminated by a very strange light tonight. There is complete silence. It's uncanny. No birds. No squirrel. The animals have left their hiding places. They know. It smells of death. Only humans take part in such a bloodbath.

Tonight, somebody will die. Tonight, the blue moon is up in the sky. At midnight, witch's blood will be shed. If not, the whole village will be doomed.

Sofia pressed the little purple gem against her heart and put it in her pocket. It was now time to go. She looked back at her house and whispered I'll be back I promise.

Don't look back. Speed up. If you have a good hiding place, it will be harder for them. No mercy tonight. They will be ruthless too. Remember that. Oh my goddesses, I don't want to do that. A tear rolled down her cheek. Not a judicious moment to be a cry baby. I have to find an old den of wolves or bears. That should work at first.

Stupid witch, where are you? We will find you anyways. A wild laughter broke the silence.

Get out of your den! they scream.

Kill the witch! they chant.

Shivers down my spine. My palms are sweating. My knees are shacking. The torches' light dances between the trunks. I can see the silhouettes of the villagers. Singing and dancing. Macabre dance. They are coming for me. Now. I have to act. Run, Sofia, run.

Crack! A branch breaks. My heart races. Out of breath. Keep going. Please keep going. Take out your dagger. Bam-boum, ba-boum, ba....-boum. It skipped a beat. Everything goes too fast around me. I can not see clearly anymore. I'm panting. My mind is spinning. Will I die right here? The noises are coming closer. And closer. And closer. I can almost feel the heat of the fire on my skin. Don't give up Sofia. Be the first witch who will not die on the Blue Moon. Please.

She fell on the forest ground. My head. It hurts. A warm liquid is going down my cheek. Blood. Vision. Blurred. Everything. Spins. Hurts. Help.

Look what we have here! he shouted. A young, beautiful and powerful witch! So powerful that her dress got stuck and she fell. How silly! It's a shame to lose someone like you. I was fond of you. You are lucky that I've found you before the others. I will kill you softly, you won't feel anything. I promise, he murmured at her ear, with a grin.

He took the knife out of his pocket, slowly touched her snow-white neck. A blood pearl stained her collar.

Sofia expended her last force, took the sliver dagger out and stabbed the werewolf's chest.

The birds began to sing again. The squirrels came back. The sun rose. I did it.

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