• I wanderd trough the forest and tried to calm down. A nightmare took my sleep
    again. It happend a year ago but still it hunts my dreams...

    The night was black, no moon rose to illuminate it. Although it had to be full moon. But why, I still don't know. Was it to honour her or because she was afraid to see the dead of her beloved daughter? Every one gathered on the hill just outside my village. A week ago they caught her and locked her up in the darkest dungeon they could find. The villagers had to wait a week to see her execution.

    On a rock in the middle hung chains. I knew what they were planning to do, but didn't want to think about it. The only reason why I came was that I had to, for her. staring at the ground I heard people whisper. They came, a procession opend with the highpriest. After him the nobles. She came as last, almost carried by her guards. She looked terrible.

    They passed before me, and she looked up, staight at me. I shudderd and tried to look away, but i couldn't. Her silver eyes caught me, let me feel what she felt the last week. I wanted to tell her I was sorry, that I didn't have a choice...

    Finally they reached the rock, where she was chained by her guards. Again she looked up, not at me but at the horizon. I followed her gaze and saw him.
    He smiled and I could read his mind just by looking at his face. Finally he caught her. Eventually the huntress became the prey. He asked her if she had a last wish. She groweld and showed her theet, red, with blood, her blood...

    He smiled and took his knife, all this time I looked at her. She didn't cry and showed no fear. But I saw her shiver when the knife touched her neck. Again he laughed and lowerd the knife, no he won't kill her that way. She would suffer, as they did. One of the guards approached and handed over a bowl. He put a drop of her blood in it. Se was forced to drink but let it happen. I saw how her ardent will flew away, together with her blood. Back to the earth, to the mother of all. The poison worked slowly, she wouldn't die untill sunrise.

    It was all perfectly planned, she would die in the light of the sun, the god she refused to worship. He showed the bloody knife to the crowd who waited impatient. They began to cheer. Again I looked at her. She had fainted.

    I remembered our last meeting. Her words sounded clearly:"I know what will happen and I know what your role in it is. Don't try so hard to hide it!"

    Everything was over now, the crowd returned to their homes to celebrate the witch's death. Finally they were freed of the cusre. "fools, you're all fools," I wisphered to the ones before me,"it isn't over. It'll only get worse. Everyone was gone, even the guards. They thought that nobody would save the girl. But they forgot about me. She showed me that the god we worshiped was evil. Though his light let the land grow and flourish, it destroyed more then it made.

    With my knife I tried to open the lock. It was rusty but it worked. She collapsed, I caught her just in time. Cautious, as if she was made of crystal, I lied her on the ground. With a small piece of cloth I bandaged the bleeding wound in her neck. After that I kissed her, for the fist and last time. I stood up and ran away, never looking back.

    Now it was up to her...

    I looked around me and noticed that I stood on the hill. The moon shone bright, as if she wanted to comfort me.

    Something would happen, I felt it...