Entry Four
March the 3rd, 1618
Joan wakes me up early this morning. I get dressed very quickly, and in my warmest clothes, for the forest is very cold during the months of winter and early spring. I hurry towards our kitchen, where our back door lies. I pit my hand on the doorknob, and am about to open it, when I hear a knock. I look around, before realising that it is coming from the front of the house.
The witch hunters have come.
I open the door, knowing that I will be too late if I wait a second longer. As Joan turns to wave me off, I do something I have not done since I was eight - I hug her, although quickly, since I must hurry.
They knock again, and I run out of the house.
The last things I see before I lose sight of where I have lived for so long, and the person that has cared for me during all that time, is Joan turning to go and answer the door...
...and a pair of eyes in the darkness.
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