Benjamin: *yawning, he rubbed his right eye and scrunched up his nose. Ben took out his camera and prepared to record. Even after all of these centuries, this place smells like ashes and mildew. He pressed the record button.* this is the 1560's witch burning grounds.. *he mumbled to himself, moving the camera around slowly to capture his surroundings on film.* over 40 people were burned over the accusation of practicing witchcraft. *he said, walking over to a rotting tree stump with fungi and moss growing all over it. An eroded, flat stone stuck out of the bark. It caught Ben's attention, and he crouched down, carefully taking the stone out of the tree. It had.. Text on it?* what on earth is this..? *he mumbled, then squinted to read the text.* Adoni Helumnay, Peenay. Adoni, Helumnay, Peenay. The gods do command.. Theefrom thy majesty. Mapulamun. Adoni Helumnay, Peenay, cometh foreword to thee..? What does that mea-- *the ground began to rumble beneath him and he yelped out in surprise, falling backwards* WHAT THE FUCK-
*the earth beneath the tree stump was cracking open, and red light was streaming through. Benjamin sat there, paralyzed by shock. What the hell was happening? Swallowing hard, he scooted over to one of the cracks and peeked in. Nothing. Nothing until a hand shot up out of the ground. And then another. Benjamin couldn't even scream, he sat there in terror with his eyes welling up with small tears of fear.* oh my god. *he gasped, then as he was about to get up to run, a hand grabbed his ankle, and he let out a scream. Was this thing going to kill him? He yanked his foot towards him, but all he did was pull the this halfway out of the ground. It was a frail, naked girl with long pitch black hair, pearlescent blue eyes, and deathly pale skin.* OH MY GOD I JUST-- WHAT THE HELL?!
*she looked up at him with a solemn expression, then pulled herself up and out of the ground with quite a struggle. By then, Benjamin had been backing away. There she stood in front of him, barely standing straight and wobbling around. What the hell was he going to do now?*
Mary: *she was awoken from her grave, she had been summoned, and the young lad in front of her looked absolutely horrified. Mary looked down at her hands and clenched them to feel if this was real or not. It was. She was really alive again.* a..aah.. *my lord, she could speak again! Covering her mouth, her eyes went wide and welled up with tears. She began to sob.*
Benjamin: *okay, that wasn't what he expected. A naked girl crying in front of him and hugging his knees while thanking him repeatedly. He stood there and just looked down at her, completely confused. Dropping his camera, he let out a shaky breath and nudged her off of him. Ben had never seen someone thank him like this, not even Melanie Ross in the third year thanked him this much after he did her entire map of the Americas project for two packs of super sized blueberry bubble gum. Ah, the priorities of a 8 year old. What did he just do? He cleared his throat, then decided to compose himself.* ...... *silence..* ..WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DID I JUST DO?! WHO ARE YOU? GOD DAMN IT, ALL I DID WAS READ A STONE AND THEN A NAKED WOMAN ERUPTS OUT OF THE EARTH! *okay so perhaps he wasn't very composed. A composed man wouldn't be slamming his head on a tree and calling himself an idiot. He looked back at the girl who was staring at him in confusion. Okay, he needs to figure out what to do. Taking his jacket off, he throws it at the girl, who doesn't even catch it, but let's it flop onto her face. Oh my god.*
Mary: What is this? *she said, putting her hands over her coat covered face, which was drying her tears of joy. Mary took it off of her face and examined it. It looked like some sort of cloak, after all, the young man was wearing it. My, he was speaking in a strange way. It was a tad bit hard to understand. What was the hard metal parts attached to it? Where on earth were the buttons? She put it on, but wasn't very content with how oversized it was. No matter, it was something. Couldn't he have given her something to cover her legs and ankles instead? Breasts aren't too lewd, as far as she knows.* I thank you for your charity. *she tried to mimic his way of speaking.* What is the moon cycle of this time?
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Phitonise
General FictionA young horror author stumbles upon an old witch burning site, and wanting to find inspiration for his novels he goes to investigate; only to accidentally resurrect a long dead pagan witch from the 1500s who was wrongfully damned just for her belief...