Witches' Gallows Prologue

I started writing this in french class last year when I was humming and thinking about 'Sabrina the Teenaged Witch'. I really enjoy writing and editing this and I hope u enjoy reading it.

Not finished (sorry):

Up and down start to hum. Up and down start to hum. A constant slave of movement, a wick now a candlestick then once again my repetitive routine begins. Long ago in another place and in another time, I was Rosemaria high priestess and a daughter of Diana, known by all for my wisdom and healing techniques. I healed the sick, tended the wounded and gave counsel to all who sought it. An honoured and respected woman of my age, I once was; now I am a slave awaiting her death, swinging to and fro from the gig of the witches gallows. I'll swing to and fro but not today. Today I must beg for mercy, knowing it will never come. 

Two brutes marched towards me with vigour in their step; giving me eerie smiles as they clasped my hands in chains, the guards of the court is what they call themselves however they are nothing but glorified psychopaths and torturers of innocent souls. 

As they escorted me to the witches court, the surrounding crowd filled the air with their bloodthirsty cry, ‘Witch! Witch! Hang the Witch!' hatred consuming them entirely. After what seemed like an age, we arrived at the county court where I will be tortured and questioned till I confess to the sins they accuse me of. However I shall not comply, I shall speak the truth till I meet my end. Under no matter of force will I resign to the arbitrary blame-game culture of this court, nor will I acknowledge the Christian Churches' right to create crimes based solely on the floored mores and ill-informed attitudes of their old testament.

The courtroom was musty and packed with righteous, pious men anxious to see thou end, ignorance fuelling their hatred. The fallacious opinions of their prophets had poisoned their minds with discrepant knowledge of the craft and rigid faithful close-mindedness. And silent though the room may be, their thoughts deafened me, calling, demanding my death.

 

The judge, a tall, dark figure with an air of power and control eyed me hungrily from his seat behind an alter like stand. "Rosemaria, you have been accused of heresy, practising the black arts and worshipping the devil's companion Lilith-Heridos, the Queen of Witch; would you like to address the court in defence of these accusations?"

"I would your honour," I stepped forward determined to die honestly and in the grace of my gods. "I worship Diana the protectress and Queen of witches, not Lilith-Heridos of whom I do not believe in. And although our religions may have an unpleasant history I have always been respectful of your religion while honouring my gods. Thus according to the example of Jesus: forgiveness and love, I have done anything to anger your God. I have also been accused of performing black arts such as hexes, curses, and summoning demons. It is my ethics and the ethics of my craft to perform curses and hexes; however, I'm quite accomplished in removing such malevolent magics. In accordance of with traditional witchcraft, I practice magic such as healing, protection, and divination. As for summoning demons, as a daughter of Diana and non-Christian, I do not believe in the existence of demons. Therefore such practices are irrelevant to me. Hark."

"You speak lies in this holy court with God as our witness, repent your sins and thou shalt take mercy on you in the name of God."

"I speak the truth as I know it before my Gods and in their trust as you do in the witness of your God."

"Will you not cease your lies, thou shalt not suffer this, no more, let God be with you in his wrath." His eyes were ignited in a green blaze of fury as he began to address the court, "She may be punished for her unfaithful lies till she repents her sins."

"Till she repents her sins," the whole court agreed in hallowed, hushed tones. 

And so the torture began.