“You are going to die, no matter what you do, no matter what you tell them, YOU are going to die.” Celia said.
“Are you trying to frighten us? You don’t have that sort of power”, the girl answered. Celia could hear in her voice that she was still scared, that she had trouble making her mind about what to fear most.
“They will kill us all, so I made the choice of being who I am when I die”, Celia answered.
“You’re insane, you’ve always been insane and they are right, the devil is guiding you and they will cure you”, the girl said.
Celia didn’t answer, she had better things to do, she needed to prepare herself for what was to come.
Brownie couldn’t sit on the floor, her arms were chained too high. She couldn’t stand either, her feet were chained behind her, near the wall in a hole. It was the most uncomfortable position she had ever been in, on her knees. She sight remembering Celia, her previous self, what she had done back then hadn’t really helped, at the contrary, when she had kept doing Magick instead of refuting that she was a witch like the three others had done, they decided to make her an example of their madness. She didn’t know what to do, she wished she could have been all that calm, just like Celia had done but it seemed impossible. How did Celia, knowing what was going to happen to her decided not to do anything to protect herself? Or was there really nothing else to do? The effects the potion had on her mind had now totally vanished, even with her new knowledge her mind was progression at their usual slow path. She was unable to see the big picture anymore, that was the difference between her and Celia.
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