A young woman of 19 stood on a chair hanging herbs from the rafters of her home. She hummed while she worked but got interrupted by frantic wrapping at the door.
"Constance, Constance!" a voice called from the outside.
"Coming!" Constance called back, hoping from the chair. She opened the door and saw her friend and fellow witch, Margret. Her face was colorless and her arm was drenched with blood, the bottom of her skirt ripped and wrapped around her arm. "What happened!"
Margret stumbled through the threshold and sat in the chair. "I was attacked by the village men and took an arrow. They asked me to deliver a message to you in exchange for letting me go." She took a breath. "You will have a week to prove you are not a witch or they will put you on trial and execute you... and me if i live."
Constance began grabbing herbs and linen, "I beg you, Margaret to not think of those grim-"
"Constance," Margaret calmly interrupted, putting her hand on her forehead. "Do not prolong my life for a week. There is no hope for me if I go on trial."
She gingerly put down the herbs and sat next to her. Margret pulled a necklace from her shirt and untied it from her neck. She took Constance's hand and placed the necklace in her palm.
They spoke for hours about their favorite memories, Constance watching as the life slowly drained from her green eyes. She hugged the body, blood staining her front and sobbed for her dead friend. Once she collected herself, she ran her fingers over the necklace pendant. A tarnished silver pentacle, a spiritual protection amulet. Constance put the necklace on, tucking the pendant in her dress.
She stood and went outside with a shovel. The idea of burying her friend under a lush green tree calmed her mind. She plunged the shovel into the earth and began digging a small grave. A few hours later, the grave was done and Constance placed her friend inside. She placed a wild flower in her hands. Constance grasped the pendant, "farewell my dear Margret. I will miss you so." She then covered her friend under three feet of earth.
When finished, she went inside and began to write in her hand made book.
April 18
My dear friend was killed by an angry village, only to be released from her suffering after telling me of my fate. I am unsure of what to do. If i stay, I will be put on trial for practicing dark magic and I will surely be executed for this untrue accusation. If I leave...I am unsure what to do, where to go. Live in the woods? Flee the country?Live on the run?I believe I should flee the town, travel as a healer so I have some money. I shall prepare to travel in four days time beginning tomorrow. Blessed be. Constance
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Page Of Wands
FantasíaConstance, a witch, gets forced out of her town or face a witch trial. With guidance from her dead friend's ghost, she wanders into the woods in hope for a better place to live.
