“I should have known,” she said glaring at him. Her hands searched through at the bottom of the drawer to pull out a sharp knife. Getting up, she saw her daughter who looked at the scene in fear.
“You witches are gullible which is what makes the hunt so easy,” the councilman stepped inside the house. The white witch pushed herself up to stand, holding the knife tightly in her hand.
“It is not about being gullible, Sir. People don’t deserve the respect and trust that we place which is what makes you a sc.u.m worse than the black witches,” this irritated the man and he suddenly went up to her, holding down her hand which had the knife. Twisting it to the point where she had to let go of it due to the immense pain that shot through her arm.
The little girl looked at her mother and the man wrestling against each other. There was pain on her mother’s face and she went to the man, pulling him with her weak hands.
One kick on the little girl was enough for her to fall down roughly on the ground. Ester, the little girl saw the man twist her mother’s hand while she laid on the ground. Wincing like a little puppy who was kicked down.
The councilman started to tear her mother’s clothes, forcing himself upon her as she struggled. In that little time where her mother pushed the man away, clawing her fingers over the man’s face, she said to her daughter, “Ester, take the parchment from the cupboard and go to the bridge. Now!” she cried desperately.
The little girl was too shocked, feeling numb where her body refused to move from where she was.
She didn’t know what was happening.
“Sabbi!” her mother called to attention to jerk her head back to see her mother. It was the nickname with what her mother called. Quickly scrambling towards the cupboard, she went to pull the drawer but it was locked. The previous night the woman had locked it after her daughter had caught her whispering and mumbling the book which contained the forbidden magic. But that wasn’t all. There was also the white book which would come to be helpful to her in the future.
The woman seeing that the drawer was closed felt her heart skip a bit, “Run, run! Go to the bridge and never return!” she screamed at her daughter.
“Mama,” cried the young girl, the man had started to violate the woman, stubbing her mouth with his hand where tears fell down from her eyes. The girl finally ran from the house leaving the councilman and her mother behind. Her little feet carrying her away as she ran towards the bridge which was far from where her house was.
Though the woman was a white witch, her powers were limited with her hands that were held down. After some time passed, the man stood up with the woman who laid on the ground and her eyes wide but her heart still beating.
The councilman then said, “The Lord had nothing to do with it. Do you think the Lord has time for low lives like yourself, witcher?” he spat on the ground, “Someone from the council wanted the potion to be made and knowing you were the only people who made it, I came here. Who knew I could trick you so easily,” he laughed in the end, “With your help, we will be sure to wipe the witches out of these lands,” buckling his pants, he went to the drawer. Shaking it profusely before picking up the wooden box and throwing it against the wall to have it broken into pieces.
Picking up the parchments in there he snarled, “Look at this? You deserved what you got. Practicing forbidden magic.”
“My husband will come for you,” she breathed in a whisper.
He turned, looking over his shoulder to say, “If I am not wrong, he is already dead,” the woman looked at him in shock, her once dull eyes changing to anger. She moved her hands on the ground, making circles and whispering to receive the attention of the councilman.
“What are you doing?” he asked suspiciously. Suddenly the door shut close and the place lit up in flames, “Let me out! What are you doing!?” The man spoke in panic, his life being precious to him, he tried opening the door and kicking it. The windows were shut close. Even though they appeared to look weak, right now it was as if it were made out of stones.
“Have you heard about the white witch’s vengeance?” the woman asked, slowly picking herself up and sitting against the wall as the man panicked, “Don’t cross the lines which have been placed. We are good-hearted people. You hurt me, I shall digest it. You hurt my family,” she looked up at him, his eyes looking back at her, “I shall burn you even at the cost of my own life,” saying that, the house lit up in the fire.
The little girl in the meantime ran, her breath coming out to be uneven as she followed her mother’s word. Worried she went back again to the house to only see fire there with horror in her eyes. She stood there for some time, hoping her mother would appear but she didn’t. Instead the other villagers had been alerted to come and stand near the burning house. Every piece of object catching fire along with the two people in there until the entire place was burnt to ash. Not knowing where else to go, she went back to the bridge.
Just when she was a few distances away from the bridge, a thin man came from behind. Hoping to sell the girl to the slave establishment for some silver coins so that he could buy some bread for himself.
Hearing the snap of a twig behind her, she quickly turned picked up the stone that was in front of her. Before the man had an opportunity to put the sack on her she used the stone to hit his head. The man fell down but Ester didn’t run. Remembering what the man had done to her mother, and seeing how her mother had tried to defend herself, she raised the stone and smashed it right across the man’s head who had fallen dizzy with the first impact of the stone.
Though small, she continued to hit him repeatedly until the man stopped moving. The base of the stone was covered in blood. Spots of blood fell on her face as she looked down at the man. Her face had already started to discolor and change from the smooth skin to the scaly skin.
Getting up and away from the man, her hand loosened on the bloody stone for it to fall down on the ground.
The color on her skin turned distinct and different for what she had done. Some curses didn’t strike right away, where death could be forgiven when committed by a white witch but sometimes, the time itself was merciless.
A small smile made up her lips, her eyes looking bewildered and she left the scene.
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