Witch
“I know you’re innocent,” the knight whispered into the young woman’s ear. She was, in fact, innocent but her accusers would do almost anything to prove her guilt. “I’ll help you.” She smiled weakly, tears welling up in her eyes. “There’s not much you can do for me, knight. I’ve become a witch to these people who only wish for me to fail the terrible tests. Guilty I am not but helpless I am.”
The woman, Isabelle, had been accused of witchcraft after she was
seen dancing in the rain by a few religious men. “We’ve had no rain for weeks
now!” they proclaimed. “As soon as this girl danced, it began to rain. As soon
as she stopped, the rain did, too! It’s witchcraft!” Their story was a slight
fabrication of course, but the fame they would receive for discovering a wicked
being was far too alluring to pass up.
The fair Isabelle was imprisoned and kept in a cell until she was
to be tested for witchery. A young knight, Alan, was posted outside her cell as
a guard. Enveloped by her beauty and strength, Alan fell in love with the doomed
Isabelle. He believed in her innocence and did all he could to protect her.
On the day of her trial, Alan was especially nervous. He had failed on many occasions to convince others of her innocence. “I can let you out of this cage; we’ll escape together and move to another land where no one knows us. We’ll be free, safe.” Isabelle smiled and looked into the knight’s eyes. “Alan, no. They’ll go after my family if I escape. I’m innocent so I have nothing to fear, right?”
Alan nodded and frowned slightly. He knew all too well how these
trials went. Innocent or not, the outcome was terrible. He squeezed his eyes
shut, preparing himself for what he was about to do.
Quickly, he threw open Isabelle’s cell door and dragged her out.
Running down the hall, Alan passed many confused and angry guards who began to
pursue them. The young couple was almost out of the prison when a group of
guards, including the lord, blocked them at the exit.
“Where do you think you’re going with that…witch?” The lord spat
out his last word as if the taste of it was bitter. “Do you wish to be hanged
for treason?”
“Don’t blame him for his actions! He’s done nothing. I’ve put him
under a spell.” Isabelle stepped forward, blocking Alan with her body.
“No, she’s lying. I’m not under any spell because she’s not a witch.” He turned to
her, speaking very softly, “No matter what happens to us, I won’t regret this. I
would rather rust along with my armor than live a life without
you.”
The woman, Isabelle, had been accused of witchcraft after she was
seen dancing in the rain by a few religious men. “We’ve had no rain for weeks
now!” they proclaimed. “As soon as this girl danced, it began to rain. As soon
as she stopped, the rain did, too! It’s witchcraft!” Their story was a slight
fabrication of course, but the fame they would receive for discovering a wicked
being was far too alluring to pass up.
The fair Isabelle was imprisoned and kept in a cell until she was
to be tested for witchery. A young knight, Alan, was posted outside her cell as
a guard. Enveloped by her beauty and strength, Alan fell in love with the doomed
Isabelle. He believed in her innocence and did all he could to protect her.
On the day of her trial, Alan was especially nervous. He had failed on many occasions to convince others of her innocence. “I can let you out of this cage; we’ll escape together and move to another land where no one knows us. We’ll be free, safe.” Isabelle smiled and looked into the knight’s eyes. “Alan, no. They’ll go after my family if I escape. I’m innocent so I have nothing to fear, right?”
Alan nodded and frowned slightly. He knew all too well how these
trials went. Innocent or not, the outcome was terrible. He squeezed his eyes
shut, preparing himself for what he was about to do.
Quickly, he threw open Isabelle’s cell door and dragged her out.
Running down the hall, Alan passed many confused and angry guards who began to
pursue them. The young couple was almost out of the prison when a group of
guards, including the lord, blocked them at the exit.
“Where do you think you’re going with that…witch?” The lord spat
out his last word as if the taste of it was bitter. “Do you wish to be hanged
for treason?”
“Don’t blame him for his actions! He’s done nothing. I’ve put him
under a spell.” Isabelle stepped forward, blocking Alan with her body.
“No, she’s lying. I’m not under any spell because she’s not a witch.” He turned to
her, speaking very softly, “No matter what happens to us, I won’t regret this. I
would rather rust along with my armor than live a life without
you.”