Short Story Of Amber's Mistake

Heretic

As the angry mob marched chanting “Burn Satan worshipers, burn in the pits of hell!” In route to the witches’ cottage uphill into the forest, a little girl by the name of Amber was being sanctified and christened. Little amber is seven years old. She has long curly golden hair and her eyes glistened green with her innocence. She is dressed in a pure snowy white silk gown with the sign of the moon goddess symbolized on her back. Amber wears a crimson pendant made of rubies and pearls. It formed the shape of a Triquetra and glowed in the candle light.

Further down in a bog where no one dared to tread, a petite elderly woman stayed in her hollow. Her name spoke repulsion into the surrounding village, she is so dreaded they dare

The celebration of a Wiccaning was afoot, as the feast lighted by a single candle 's flame the house began to glimmer tinted red. In a twinkling of an eye the room had gone quiet, there was nothing to hear but the indistinct reverberation of a riot. The riot was led by the leader of the priests, the madmen who get to define the meaning of sanity. Pursuing all, who hasn’t confided with the immoral but disillusioned views of the church.

The fellow sisters raced to hide little miss amber, but before they knew it the mob broke down their door and threw their torches, taking the little girl and leaving everyone else to burn.

Pandora jumped in angst and resentment as she saw the flicker of the flame burn torches come closer into view. She tried to escape from the hollow, but she was cornered by greyhounds. As the saints and the priest cuffed her up and bound her up onto a log, they carried her to the cathedral where a whole crowd stood to cheer, the witches’ death is finally

An innocent heart who has never even known the concept of evil or heard of the malicious acts that are committed in the world that surrounds her. Just the same as when Pandora was seven. Pandora soon realized how avaricious and malevolent are the hearts of man. Her innocence was lost and no older than the age of the little girl that stands before her. Tied and fastened to the cross, with gasoline soaked hay just below their feet.

The priest turned and chuckled for no son of god is threatened by the lies of the devil’s demons. He held up his torch, and cheered. “As I stand before by thine throne, thou shall not reign terror in our lifetime. For our father who art in heaven has bestowed upon us the chance to rid the world of the sin of the devil. Rejoice brothers and sisters for the witches’ reign ends tonight!” He tossed his torch down to the witches’ feet, and chuckled inhumanly.

Pandora turned to Amber and reached out her hand. “Do not fear young child, for thine goddess has taken our pain. We are going home.”

Pandora cried when Amber spoke, “Thine goddess has forgiven you.” They turned to face the crowd and lifted up their chins as the flames succumbed them. The flames roar eventually drowning out the sound of their screams. When the flames died out, on the cross the words “blessed be” were singed into the