Year 1692
"Papa?" I had said to my father as men dressed in white with crosses around their necks appeared.
"Yes?" My father responded. My family and I are witches. The witch hunters have began to find more and more witches. So far... they've all died.
"They're here" I said as my voice broke. I knew that they would be taking my father or my mother. I'm only 15. I have a year or so before they'll take me to.
My father came running in the room and began mumbling ancient latin words, protecting me and my mother from being seen. That was a bad idea. It bounded us
to the spot we were in until he left the area.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
My father answered the door.
"By the court of law, you are under arrest for the crime of practicing witchcraft. Do not resist or else we will execute you. Do not struggle or we will execute you. Answer our questions or we will execute you," The man in the front said to my father.
"I have done nothing wrong, please let me say goodbye to my daughter," I've never heard my father plead. If I wasn't bound here I would attempt a spell to make the hunters leave.
"Kill him " the man said as two of his men grabbed my father as he struggled to get away. Then a fourth man entered my home and took off my fathers head.
"NO PAPA," I screamed as me and my mother became visible. The men looked afraid but composed themselves.
"Seize them," The man who ordered my fathers death demanded.
"Wait! You've just killed my husband, please don't make my child an orphan. She is only fifteen. I will curse you if you touch either of us," My mother warned.
The men backed out of our home and left. When they left, we mourned father's death..