A large bang broke her spell a rush of heat and fire. Her sacred place by the tree had been discovered. The crowd had surrounded her. Their faces twisted in smugness by the flicking torches. Hands reached out grabbed her locked her in chains. She failed to stop the theft of her wand.
The dogs snarled and barked and they trekked to the docks. Several boats were moved away to make room for a chair that hovered over the pier. It was mader from dark Wood adored with spikes. She wiped tears from her face as she stepped up to the edge of the pier. A man with a grim look in his eyes emerged from the crowd. Torches set among the docks flicked and gave out little warmth on the late night. Her captors stripped her of her clothes and locked her in the chair.
Charges were laid upon her seduction, crop failure, stealing, vagrancy and heresy. Each time many of the crowd would shout confirmations and claim witness to her deeds. A leather book with presented to her. They had found her grimoire still dirty from the earth that she had blessed to keep the site and her spells safe. She ignored the ravings of the old man as he flicked through the pages of runes and incantations.
When proposed of ownership she shook her head. The chair sunk into the dark water her vision tipped upside down the cresant moon slipping from view. Like a cold cloak around her body it chilled her and she ached for air. Rising back up her grimoire was joined by her wand.
Why did you come? You made the harvest fail.
No. She was dunked.
You seduced this man to do your evil deeds
No. She was dunked.
You bring evil to this town.
They dunker her longer. Twisted by anger the man threw her wand into the sea and tore her grimoire in half. She screamed in horror and it fell into soul aching sadness and they dunked her.
Grizzly silence sweeped the crowd. Murmers of remorse and shouts for blood. The torches flared into a purple light then reduced to a dull blue before returning to normal The hunters had witnessed the bubbles fail to rise after a few minutes. They shifted the weights and the chair rose. It was empty
The sequel to Gothic Escape.