Year 1693
Last month was the anniversary of my father's death. It's time. They continue to slaughter the witches of my village, no one tries to stop them anymore. It's like they've all lost hope since my father's death. My father was the strongest witch in the country. If I would have been stronger I could have saved him. Stupid Stupid Stupid the voices in my head repeat. The groggy cracking voices never shutting up. You'll never protect them, you're worthless! I try ignoring them but they won't silence themselves. I've been trying to expel them from my head.
"Eleanor! Come down here," mother called for me in her angelic tone. I walk down the stairs in my black hooded cape. I was wearing black leather pants, brown leather boots and a dark leather corset. My eyes are a light shade of purple, it runs in Barlow blood to have abnormal eye color. My hair is in a messy bun, the brown hair tied up out of my face as I draw angelic creatures. My hair had blonde highlights naturally.
"Yes mother?," I acknowledge her requesting my presence. She looked concerned, as if knowing what I want to do this year. S H E K N O W S C H I L D! Enough! I say to them. It's time to ask...
"Mother, I want to learn how to cast spells,"
A few minutes go by neither of us speaking.
"Okay, but there is a science to it," she finally says.