The Witch's Vow

Lillith

Salem, Massachusetts, 1692

"I curse thee!" My mother screamed from the bellow the gallows, as my silver hair was shoved out of the way and a noose hung around my neck. "Thou shalt not prevail, I call upon the great goddess Circe to-"

"Quiet!" The executioner bellowed, "You're ruining it for the rest of 'em!" The crowd jeered at my mother, her face turning scarlet, hands shaking. Tears slid from my eyes as I spoke to her:

"Mother! My beloved mother! Everything shall be made right once we are dead, please do not fight them!" I begged, beginning to sob. A crazed look passed upon her usually kind, soft features.

"I call upon the great goddess Circe, to protect my daughters from death! I call upon the great goddess Circe and relent my soul in return for theirs!" She yelled out, growling at those in the crowd that threw things at her. Many of their faces betrayed their anger and fear started seeping through. My sisters peered up at me, red in the face, tears streaming down their faces. They looked over at our mother, concern filling their features, and began pleading with her to do something more than chant at the sky, before the wind suddenly picked up, and the clouds grew black as pitch. The crowd before me grew silent before turning to my mother and hollering:

"Witch! Witch!" My mother started cackling, her sentence far worse than ours if we truly were saved; she was to be hanged by the neck until dead after watching her three precious daughters succumb to the same fate.

"Mother! Victoria, Columba, I love you! We shall all be together erelong, I promise." I cried out before the judge read out my sentence:

"Lilith Goode, ye hath been charged with the crime of witchcraft, a crime punishable by death! Ye hath been sentenced to hang by thy neck until dead!" The hoard of villagers cheered out, screaming that I would be soon burning in hell - as if that's not suitable for a witch- and the executioner reached for the lever, and pulled, then, sisters stood screaming my name as I struggled to take new air into my lungs. Soon, everything faded away from me, my world growing darker by the second. The last thing I saw were my sisters crying out, a frenzy breaking out in the mass around me. 

Archaic Word Definitions:

alow - below

erelong - before long/soon