She was watching the golden sunset from the kitchen window where she was. Her garments all black, a white apron on top of it and a coif. She had been mixing the dough to make some fresh bread. Rye bread made out the one the young lady that lived next door had brought for them, a gift. The kitchen was her place, were she was destined to be, now as the older daughter and then as a wife, it didnt matter, she was happy by only watching the sunset.
By the time the bread was ready the stars were already staining the blackness of the nightsky. The whole family at the table ready to take dinner. The wooden floor seemed to be complaining as her and her mother walked from the dinning room to the kitchen to get the dinner dishes. They were all seated as always, the same setting, the father at the head of the table, the mother on the other side, right across him and every body else around them. A prayer before eating was mandatory.
They had forgotten to bring the loaf of bread. It was cut already. The daughter went to get it; the wooden floor had schemed against her, one of the floorboards made the floor uneven, she tripped and all the bread fell to the ground. It was dirty, now no one was going to be able to eat it. The mother got mad. As punishment, the girl, the daughter, she had to eat it all, untill the loaf of bread was over. For some days that`s all she ate, rye bread made out of the grains the young woman next door had brought.The last piece of that dirty rye bread she ate was eaten on the dinner of a night with a beautiful silver full moon.
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It was so hot but the breeze caressed her sweaty skin, the wind had a scent, the scent of the woods, her feet could feel the moist, dark soil when her toes moved. It was the middle of the night, she was wearring her white nightdress. She realized she was away from her home, she was in the woods, bare-foot. She had been dancing under the moon by music that only her ears heard, with souls that only her eyes saw. She didnt know how she got there or why. Scared, she sneaked back into her house and to her bed.The moon was up in the sky for a couple of days. It was the only witness of the girl`s delussions.
One windy day, at the time when the sun was setting, someone knocked the door. The mother went to answer. A bunch of people were there among them the minister, the magistrate...a young woman was there, next to them.
"Is this one?" the minister asked in a tone that let know he thought he was the better man standing there.
The girl left the kitchen due to the woices she heard, as she came out she saw a girl pointing at her, the same young woman that had brought the rye a few days ago. "That`s the one!" the young woman said. Men came in and took her with malicious hands, she fought and tried to free herself from their grip, at the beginning so did the mother and the father.
"Your daughter is suspected of iniquitous behaviour, she has commited the capital felony of whitchcraft!" The minister said clearly satisfy with himself
"she must go to trial for her sins" the magistrate said clearly afraid of the minister.
The girl kept fighting, her parents didnt, not anymore... they had believed the outsiders words...
"she`s resisting! I barely can hold her!" one of the captors said.A lie.
"another proof the devil is on her side, making her stronger than men!" the minister said, there were voices that sounded to agree with him. They took her to the meething house to be judge but the sentence was decided even before they even knew who she was. The witness, the young woman that had brought the rye, said she saw the girl in the woods dancing as a possesed calling the devil...she said that she even got paralized when she saw her... so many unreal proof. The girl was found guilty of having an `unlawful covenant with the devil` the sentence, death.
A pile of wood on the floor and she tied up to a pole. The minister saying some kind of understandible gibberish, when he finished he gave a nod to the magistrate, the magistrate gave the order..everybody was there to watch the execution of the evil witch.
It was worthless to try to scape, there was no way. One last talk, one last plea to her parents made her realize even them thought she was an evil witch deserving of that fate.
The fire seemed to dance around her, licking her skin, bitting like a wild animal. Her screams to the sky, for everybody else a show.... she died there, she was born there...
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I`m a watching through my window the beautiful sun setting... it brought back memories of my past, of who I was, a bird in a cage. I`m a witch and I`ll dance under the dark sky and the silver moon tonight if it pleases me to do so...How many times can you burn a witch? ...well, the same amount she`ll reborn.
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