“Look what I found Danny!” Carrie yelled from the second floor down to her big brother, Danny. She was going through some old stuff at her grandmas house when she found a dusty old book. It looked like a diary actually.
“What is it?” Asked Danny when he came into the room. She told him about the old book, but Danny didnt even care to look at the book. When he went downstairs agian Carrie decided to read the diary. She read on the first page: “Diary of Mary Windigo 1520” This must be one of her ancestors diary!
She started to read...
1 july 1520
When I went to the village today, I ran into my friend, Marie and she looked like she had been crying for hours. Her eyes where red and I could see that she hadnt sleept good. When she saw me she looked down to the ground and said a short hello. I told her to come home with me and tell me what had happend. When we finally got home I made her some of my herb tea and sat down beside her. “Oh its so horrible Mary!” She said. And then she started telling me about her mother who lives futher south. She had been accused to be a witch and had gotten burned at the stake 7 days ago. Her brother who lived with her mother had came to her house 2 days ago and told her the horrible news. I tried to comfort her, but she was devistaded.
30 July 1520
So many weird things have started to happen in my village. A couple weeks ago I found a horse and its baby on a field dead. There was no sign of wounds, bitemarks or anything. So I went to the farmer who owned the field and told him what I had found. But then he accused me for killing his horses. But I told him I was inocent and found them just lying there. He didnt belive that his horses could just dropp dead so he sat out a romour that I had killed them and that I had to be a witch. And since he is a god friend of many people in the village, they belived him. And last week when I was out in the forrest picking herbs, I found two kids playing there. I asked them where they lived and if they had gotten lost. They told me they lived just around here so I went home agian. And the next day somebody had reported two kids missing so everyone had to be keep their eyes open. I told them that I had seen the kids the day before near my house. And then people startded saying that I had kidnapped them and that I really was a witch. The people got so angry at me that I had to run home.
1 October 1520
Things have started to get really bad for me. Whenever I am in the village everyone looks at me like I`m a murder. I dont understand what I have done wrong. I have lived here for 30 years, so why would I want to hurt any of the peoples I know and care about? So what if I live in the forrest alone with my cat. And I make medicine out of herbs and plants. Thats their idea of a witch? Does that make me want to kill animals and kidnapp children? Since everyone notice me when I`m in the villiage I have decided to go there as little as possible. Maybe they`ll come to their sences in a while..
10 October 1520
Like I have told you before I decided not to go to the villiage as often as before, beacause people stare at me. I made this decition so people wouldnt bother me, but I was wrong. Last nigth a crowd of people came to my house and started screaming: “Witch witch! Leave us alone or you well be sorry” I pretended as if I wasnt home and luckily they went away. But if this insanity dosent stop I dont know what they will do to me. And to be quite honest, I am scared...
29 October 1520
I dont know what had gotten into people! Yesterday Marie got arrested because the villagers claimed she had witchblood in her and had to be burned at the stake like her mother. It was so horrible. Last nigth I could hear her screams all the way to my house, eventhoug I live outside the village. Imagine to hear your friend get burnt alive. I cried my eyes out all nigth.What has happend to the people in the village? Am I next for their foolish ideas?
1 December 1520
I was rigth. I was next for their foolish ideas, but luckilly I managed to escape them when they came to my house and tried to break the door down. I am now living in a cave in the woods far from the village. I now know that sometimes before they burn the person they belive is a witch they test her. But these test are horrible. They tie rocks to your legs and trow you in a lake to see if you sink. And if you do, your not a witch, but if you float your a witch. But most of the times when they sink their dead befor anybody rescues them. Sick isnt it? I really wish I could do something to prevent this, but I stand alone agianst a whole village.
8 January 1521
They found me. I am going to be burnt in 2 days. What will I do? I cant run away since they have put me in jail. I wish I really was a witch so I could make them stop killing innocent people. My grandmother always told me that you always have the power, all you need is faith. Maybe she really was rigth? Maybe all I need is faith..
9 January 1521
My grandmother was really rigth! I can hardly belive it. Last nigth I tried to send thougths to my cat, Zara, who had belonged to my grandmother. And a few minuttes later she came to me throug the bars in the window. In her mouth she had some kind of wand and a letter. The letter was written by my grandmother and it said that I would proabably need this when I had realized what I truly was. So thats why grandmas cat lived so long. It was a magical cat. I tried to cast spells with the wand and after a little while I masterd it. The bars in the window desapeared on my command and when I and Zara got out the bars came back. I went home to my house and packed my things and climed up my horse, Belthazor and rode deeper in to the woods. Zara was following behind. We rode intill dawn before we settled under a big oak.
19 febuary 1521
I now live in another village far away from my old village. And I have met a wonderfull man, David. We now live togheter in a small house just outside the village. And the best part of my new life here is that, he knows I am a witch and still loves me. I know he will never tell, but I still dont understand why some people are afraid of people who are different then theirself. Just because I am different dont mean I am evil or less worth than ordinary people. I hope whoever reads this realize that you shouldnt judge a person on what you see or hear about him/her but make up your own mind instead...
Romours can lead to many things, and most of them are bad things.
Carrie looked at the rest of the pages, they where all filled with happy things Mary had written about her new life with David. She had written about her and Davids weeding, about their 3 children and about their grandchildren.
On the last page there was only one centese:
“You always have the power, all you need is faith.”