NONE OF THIS IS REAL! It's just a simple realistic-fiction (witches are real so it's realistic-fiction xP) for you to enjoy... or be terrified of... But either way, read on. =3
A boy opens his eyes into the new world. The date is 1682, almost 10 years before the Salem witch hunt. But maybe you'd like to hear the story of how it all began...
Five year old Jonathon walks up to his mother whom is making a bowl of soup for the young lad.
"Hello little Jonny; would ye like some water to start out?" she quickly gets some water. Then, a knock comes onto the door and the mother drops the bowl of water of a little struck of fear.
"I'll get it mum!" the boy runs to the door and opens it up widely, basically giving the person admission to come in the house freely.
"Hello; I be a poor beggar... might you help out little old me?" the beggar asks the little child. Jonathon screams at the horrible look of the beggar; distained and compressed with it.
"Oh hush!" the beggar discordantly exclaims at the child. Little Jon cries under his mother's dress.
"I will have to ask ye to leave; go to another house if you may. Might God grant ye wealth, bless be," the mother murmurs something under her breath, and the beggar walks out in anger. Then she runs into a pile of pounds.
"Bless be indeed! A stroke of luck from God!" the beggar runs happily away.
Then little old Nancy comes in. "Hello Jonathon! Can Jonathon come out and play?" she asks.
"Indeed," the mother picks up the bowl of water off the floor.
"Mum, I thought ye dropped that," Jonathon tells.
"Oh, well," she stutters. "Well... it mustn't of broke. Off with ye, now!"
The two children run outside and play. The mother sighs of relief and sets the bowl of water on the table.
Five years later, the boy is now 10. Little Jonathon is now just Jonathon. But this is the year where the witch hunt has gone wild.
"Quickly, son, we must move out of Salem," she says and looks as if she was worried.
"But mum, we have nothing to worry about! Ye said that we'd be safe, we're not witches!" Jonathon tells to his mother. She looks like she couldn't say anything.
"Jonathon, I have to tell ye the truth," the mother starts off. Jonathon looks a bit curious, but at the same time a bit frightened. "Ye see... I be a witch."
Jonathon drops his bowl of water. The mother murmurs something as it quickly fixes itself back together.
"Ye mean... ye knew, but did not tell me?!" Jonathon sounded furious. "This means I be a witch! I be hung! I will die!" He starts to cry just like he did when he was five. "And worst of all I be a servant of the Devil!"
"NONSENSE!" the mother boxes his ears (it was painful back in the late 1600s). "I tell ye now, we are NOT a servant of the Devil! That is misbelief and religious ignorance. We are just regular people like any other being out there; ye hear me?"
Jonathon nods his head. She unboxes his ears. Then the mother murmurs something and the door opens. Then somebody knocks on the front door.
"I will get it mum," Jonathon says and opens the door wide open.
"WITCH!" the man comes inside and yells.
A week later, Jonathon's mum was hung. But note, this wasn't the wild and crazy witch hunt, not yet.
Jonathon is severely angered and upset. He cries in his home everyday and night.
After two weeks of complete whining from inside the house, Jonathon gets up. He was a magickal being; he could do whatever he pleased within the village.
He seeks out two targets; they were two little girls who were playing outside in their front yard. Then Jonathon murmurs something and the both stop playing, zoning out into space.
Today, we call this hysteria. But right now, I'd like to call this the beginning of the Salem witch hunt.
~FIN
Salem Witch Hunt Begins
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