fallen to pieces. The whole
foundation of their friendship felt unreachable. She had worried
that their kiss would break them apart. She had never envisioned
something of this magnitude would happen. Tabitha soothed as the
sobs consumed her.
8
6 th September 1611
Her wedding day had come...and gone. She’d spent the day at
home, despite the lovely sunshine that should have rained down on
her and Jack, she tucked herself in her room ignoring the world
around her. Tabitha could do nothing to console her; she didn’t
want the sympathy so she’d spent the day wrapped up in her
dress.
She couldn’t go outside and risk seeing Jack. Her forever was
nothing more than a dream now. She felt the ache in her heart at
the thought of what she had lost. It clenched, forcing her to gasp
as the swell of tears rushed into her eyes and rolled down her
cheeks. She hadn’t spent more than a day away from him since they
were babies. When something happened he was the first person she
thought to tell. She missed him so much the intense ache in her
chest only got worse with every passing second.
But one question still bothered her, she couldn’t understand
why it did. Her life had changed so much now that this question was
void, but she asked herself, if Jack had still wanted to marry her,
would she have done it without her mother present? She couldn’t
say. She would have wanted her mother there.
The ache was made ten times worse when she thought of her
mother. She was still alone in that prison. Cora had fought against
her family to try and see her but her grandparents were adamant
that she would be taken too. Trying to fight her grandmother was
more impossible than her mother.
Jack hadn’t spoken to her since the day he’d stormed out of
her cottage after throwing Tabitha to the floor. Why had he shouted
at her? Why had he lashed out so viciously? He’d never raised his
voice to her before now. Did he honestly believe her mother could
tell the authorities about his family?
She sighed. Everything, this whole witch ordeal, was getting
worse. The villagers would believe she was a witch too, they pretty
much believe most people are witches but they had her mother, so
suspicions would remain high. The commoners had lost complete
control and Cora couldn’t see a solution, a good ending anywhere in
sight.
Jack believed that her mother had put his family in the
spotlight but her mother was imprisoned. If she’d revealed the
others to be witches, her plan had failed because she herself was
accused of being a witch. The plan, if there had been one, had
seriously back fired on her mother. Cora was certain it wasn’t her
mother’s plan to do that. Jack was wrong, his stubbornness refused
to let him see that.
Cora knew that her mother only had to use her powers to break
out; they could leave, all of them, and never be found again. Pride
and stubbornness made them want to stay, want to fight it out. If
her mother was to use her power then everyone would know what she
was. She would instantly go to the gallows. At least now, acting
like a commoner, it allowed her time to think of a way out of this.
A way to save everyone she loved. Cora had to believe this was her
mother’s plan because, if there wasn’t one, the outcome wasn’t
worth thinking about.
She walked into her room, the one she shared with her mother,
and saw her wedding dress. It was still hanging against the wall,
waiting for its day. Cora was unsure whether that day would arrive
after the events that had already happened. Her heart squeezed for
what seemed like the thousandth time.
She sighed and walked out of the room. Her grandparents were
sitting by the fire, her grandmother’s hands working their magic on
one of Cora’s dresses that she’d damaged a while ago. Her mother
wasn’t here to stop her from mending it. Cora would do anything to
hear her mother’s stern voice telling her off.
The day was cool for early autumn, the leaves were already on
the
foundation of their friendship felt unreachable. She had worried
that their kiss would break them apart. She had never envisioned
something of this magnitude would happen. Tabitha soothed as the
sobs consumed her.
8
6 th September 1611
Her wedding day had come...and gone. She’d spent the day at
home, despite the lovely sunshine that should have rained down on
her and Jack, she tucked herself in her room ignoring the world
around her. Tabitha could do nothing to console her; she didn’t
want the sympathy so she’d spent the day wrapped up in her
dress.
She couldn’t go outside and risk seeing Jack. Her forever was
nothing more than a dream now. She felt the ache in her heart at
the thought of what she had lost. It clenched, forcing her to gasp
as the swell of tears rushed into her eyes and rolled down her
cheeks. She hadn’t spent more than a day away from him since they
were babies. When something happened he was the first person she
thought to tell. She missed him so much the intense ache in her
chest only got worse with every passing second.
But one question still bothered her, she couldn’t understand
why it did. Her life had changed so much now that this question was
void, but she asked herself, if Jack had still wanted to marry her,
would she have done it without her mother present? She couldn’t
say. She would have wanted her mother there.
The ache was made ten times worse when she thought of her
mother. She was still alone in that prison. Cora had fought against
her family to try and see her but her grandparents were adamant
that she would be taken too. Trying to fight her grandmother was
more impossible than her mother.
Jack hadn’t spoken to her since the day he’d stormed out of
her cottage after throwing Tabitha to the floor. Why had he shouted
at her? Why had he lashed out so viciously? He’d never raised his
voice to her before now. Did he honestly believe her mother could
tell the authorities about his family?
She sighed. Everything, this whole witch ordeal, was getting
worse. The villagers would believe she was a witch too, they pretty
much believe most people are witches but they had her mother, so
suspicions would remain high. The commoners had lost complete
control and Cora couldn’t see a solution, a good ending anywhere in
sight.
Jack believed that her mother had put his family in the
spotlight but her mother was imprisoned. If she’d revealed the
others to be witches, her plan had failed because she herself was
accused of being a witch. The plan, if there had been one, had
seriously back fired on her mother. Cora was certain it wasn’t her
mother’s plan to do that. Jack was wrong, his stubbornness refused
to let him see that.
Cora knew that her mother only had to use her powers to break
out; they could leave, all of them, and never be found again. Pride
and stubbornness made them want to stay, want to fight it out. If
her mother was to use her power then everyone would know what she
was. She would instantly go to the gallows. At least now, acting
like a commoner, it allowed her time to think of a way out of this.
A way to save everyone she loved. Cora had to believe this was her
mother’s plan because, if there wasn’t one, the outcome wasn’t
worth thinking about.
She walked into her room, the one she shared with her mother,
and saw her wedding dress. It was still hanging against the wall,
waiting for its day. Cora was unsure whether that day would arrive
after the events that had already happened. Her heart squeezed for
what seemed like the thousandth time.
She sighed and walked out of the room. Her grandparents were
sitting by the fire, her grandmother’s hands working their magic on
one of Cora’s dresses that she’d damaged a while ago. Her mother
wasn’t here to stop her from mending it. Cora would do anything to
hear her mother’s stern voice telling her off.
The day was cool for early autumn, the leaves were already on
the
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