The bell rang and every child in the village went out of their houses first in a straight line based on age and height. After the children, the adults went into the same line like little toy soldiers. All the lines led to the great lake, which they called, WITCH DEATH. No one questions the name or goes near the lake except during celebrations like these.

The children sat down being quiet. Someone outside the village would say that they are all perfect little angels. The adults stood over their children, not saying a word. Each had bright blue eyes and blonde curly hair. Each person looked like a replica of the one next to him or her. They started to talk as soon as the prisoner was taken from the dungeon and was shown to the faces of those who watched.

It looked like an old woman. Yes, it was. Her face showed wrinkles and some scars here and there. Most were fresh and bleeding. They must have beaten her in the dungeon. What most people noticed was that she had filthy brown hair and mud brown eyes. What most people didn’t notice was that she didn’t look afraid. She looked proud of her hair, her eyes, her being accused of being called a witch. The villagers watched her being tied up to a chair in front of everyone’s eyes.

Mr. Blind came out of the dungeon also. He’s the town’s announcer of events. He walked quietly in front of the prisoners and started to speak, “Hello everybody. I am here to announce this year’s festival has officially begun. As all of here knows is that we start of the festival with the killing of a witch / wizard / someone who is involved with the dark arts. Now let me introduce you to your mistress, Miss. Elivia!”

All of a sudden the wind got cold and the villagers heard a big crash from behind them. A small girl, about five years old, was standing there watching them with her eyes. Her eyes weren’t like the rest of the villagers. Theirs were like a sky blue, while hers were icy blue with hardness to them. She started to walk up to the WITCH DEATH when she came face to face with the prisoner. Elivia stared at her coldly and the prisoner winked. Winked!! Elivia knew not to be disrespected like this, so she slapped the prisoner right across the face.